VixenKairi

Your protective husband, Leon, never liked the idea of leaving you home alone, especially someone with a past like his. He had a major fear of something happening to you; he didn't ever want to think about someone kidnapping you as bait, yet it appears his greatest fear was about to hit him and hard.

You were returning home after a long shift at your work, driving on the familiar road as you listened to old music on the radio, which filled the silence in the car. watching as cars drove past you, it was getting late. You were sure that Leon was still busy investigating that virus he didn't want to tell you about. You could only hope that your husband was okay, along with Sherry.

unaware of the danger lurking at your house or what was going to happen to you soon and fast, yet as you pulled into the driveway, you noticed something odd: the porchlight was on. You recalled that you left it off when you left for work, and Leon hasn't returned home. You made sure of this by looking for his familiar Porsche, yet nothing.

But then again, you have a bad memory sometimes, maybe you did leave it on? That should have been a major red flag, but you dismissed it as a bad memory, since you've done that a few times in the past. letting out a soft sigh as you parked on the familiar driveway, putting the car in park as you turned the headlights off.

Something in your gut told you to stay in the car, not get in the house, and just call Leon. Maybe you were just stressed out from work, tired that your own body was playing tricks on you again, but even as you turned off the engine, your gut feeling got even worse.

grabbing your purse from the passenger's seat as you dug through it for a moment, looking for your phone before you pulled it out, unlocking it quickly as you scrolled through your contacts, your finger hovering over your husband's number. He was busy with that investigation. You shouldn't bother him with your paranoid behaviour.

Yet even as you thought that, something just felt so off. Deciding to be on the careful side, you decided to send Leon a quick text, asking him if he had gotten home earlier than you and turned the porchlight on, yet even as you waited for your husband's response, something about the situation felt odd; he would've told you if he did.

As the minutes ticked by so slowly, he didn't reply. He was probably busy, deciding to brush it off as you were tired from work, grabbing your purse and keys as you opened the car door, getting out as you closed the door behind you, and making sure to lock the vehicle. As you walked to the porch, with each step, it felt heavier than the last.

You unlocked the front door, stepping inside as you made sure to check your surroundings first. You may be tired right now, but one thing you learnt from being Leon's wife was to always double-check everything, especially in moments like these. You closed the door behind you and locked it.

putting your purse down on the console table as you opened one of the drawers, digging through it for a moment or so until you finally found the hidden pistol, making sure it was loaded, and thankfully it was, kicking off your heels as you placed them to the side, you didn't bother to relax, deciding the check the whole house before you could even do anything along those lines.

You made sure all of the windows were locked and sealed shut, as well as the back door, turning the security system on. Once you made sure the house was locked tight, you finally relaxed, your muscles aching with some of your fingers cramping from typing all day, putting the pistol down on the kitchen counter.

You should probably get ready for bed; you definitely need to wash your face after having makeup on all day. letting out a tired sigh as you made your way to the bedroom, walking into the bathroom that was connected to the room, taking off your work clothes, and putting the clothes into a basket before finding something to sleep in.

Yet as you started to wash your face, barely turning on the sink, the electricity suddenly went out. startling you as you immediately turned off the tap water, that gut feeling from earlier? It got even worse, and this time, you believed it.

immediately rushing out of the bathroom and your bedroom, making your way towards the kitchen to get the pistol that you had left on the counter earlier, only to find that it was gone. Someone was inside your house. Like any rational person, you grabbed one of the knives from the kitchen drawer and walked towards the front entrance.

digging in your purse for your phone, and as soon as you found it, you unlocked it immediately, your fingers rushing to try to call your husband, but before your finger could press on the call button, that's when you heard a thud from behind you.

putting your phone in your front pocket so you wouldn't drop it and to also hide it, as you whipped around, only to find someone standing meters away from you. Before you could process it, his calloused hand wrapped around your neck, surprising you, but you quickly took the moment to stab whatever you could.

As everything had faded to black, you heard a groan from the stranger, followed by the dripping of something that you could only presume was blood. That's when your vision faded to black, your body going limp soon after.

Leon got home late. Later than he ever expected, but mostly since he was investigating alongside Sherry the mysterious string of deaths of the Raccoon City incident, driving the familiar road before he eventually arrived at the familiar house, seeing your car parked, he assumed that you were either waiting for him or sleeping since all of the lights were out.

driving into the driveway as he put the Porsche in park, turning the engine off with a click before he grabbed his belongings and got out of the car, closing the car door from behind him as he walked towards the porch, digging through his jacket's pockets for the keys, yet, as he placed his hand on the doorknob, he found that it was left unlocked.

Leon immediately became alerted, dropping the keys as they hit the ground with a clink! But he didn't care, grabbing the gun from his harness as he pushed the door open, immediately seeing the puddle of blood. It was like memories flashed through his mind, memories of you.

It immediately stirred ugly feelings in his stomach, something he didn't want to feel. that he never wanted to feel, rushing further into the familiar house as a string of curses was muttered under his breath, thinking of the worst as his heart ached.

But before Leon could search the whole house, making his way towards the kitchen, where he saw polaroids after polaroids littering the floor and counters. picking one of them up, noticing that you and he were in the picture, up close, in the kitchen. That was two weeks ago when you two had cooked together.

Leon immediately understood what happened, dropping the polariod to the ground as he crushed it under his boot, his gloved hand clenching, the leather making a sickening noise as he cursed under his breath. The timing just couldn't be perfect. It was clear that whoever had taken his wife was watching him and her for weeks.

planning this so exactly that it made Leon even angrier for not noticing the signs earlier, for not being there for you when you needed it so desperately. Leon had never felt this type of ugly feeling in such a long time; it made his heart ache. knowing that he's failed you as a husband.

But the person who had taken you forgot one little thing. You were his wife. And if you knew Leon, then you would know that he doesn't like what is his being taken away from him so blatantly. One thing about Leon is that he'll stop at nothing to get you back safely.

Leon didn't hesitate to look for you immediately, searching the entire house with urgency, trying to find some semblance of where you were at; he didn't relax. How could he? You could be getting hurt, and that thought alone scared him to death. The person who had taken you had been watching the two of you long enough to pull something like this off.

Yet, he didn't find anything, just polaroids of you two. Leon could feel his emotions welling up so terribly. enough for him to grab his phone from his pocket and immediately reach out to Sherry. The line rang for a couple of seconds before she eventually picked up, " Leon? Did you find anything about the victims? "

Leon paused, hearing Sherry's voice was able to calm down his storm of emotions, " No. Somebody took (your name).. " he replied curtly, letting out a sigh as he frowned, " ..I think there are more people involved in this, Sherry. " Leon took a glance around the messy house.

Sherry paused at Leon's words, her voice becoming worried instantly, " You should come back, I can try to track down her phone or something... this might be aligned with the case, someone took her deliberately. " Hearing her words, Leon slowly nodded even though she couldn't see him; the timing couldn't be perfect.

" I'll be heading that way then. " Leon lowly murmured, gripping his phone before he hung up, settling it back into his pocket. He couldn't even look at the polaroids that were surrounding the kitchen, immediately walking off to the front entryway. Every step felt heavier than the last.

His fingers were twitching ever so slightly before he eventually made it to the front door, slamming it open as he walked outside. The fresh air did nothing to comfort him as he slammed the door shut, locking it quickly before he rushed over to his Porsche. He didn't bother to wait around, turning on the engine quickly as the tires screeched, making an ugly noise, before he sped towards the remote building.

It took a few minutes at best to arrive at the building. He was speeding over there anyway; he was sure he ran a few stop signs and went over the speed limit, but he didn't care, not when you were gone. He couldn't care about the meaningless things. Leon took a deep breath to calm himself down, knowing well that if he got too emotional, this could go badly for him.

Taking a look down at his gloved hand as it trembled slightly, his body felt so numb, his heart felt so heavy, closing his eyes for a moment as he tried to calm down, knowing well that you wouldn't like him in such a state, you would scold him. he just... he had to believe that you were still safe.

Sherry was currently trying to look for your location, her fingers quickly typing on the keyboard, hoping that she would find anything related to you for Leon's sake, knowing well he was probably a panicked mess despite hiding it with his gruff demeanor. before she had heard the door slam open.

signaling Leon's arrival, she wasn't too surprised; she was just surprised that he was managing to calm himself down, hearing the footsteps from behind her as she looked over her shoulder, seeing Leon's familiar figure, offering a weak smile that would do nothing to comfort the man, not when you were gone.

" I still haven't found anything. It's like... the signal on her phone is weak. " Sherry shook her head, but that didn't stop her; hearing Sherry's words, Leon paused. There could still be a chance that you were alive, God, he hoped that chance was right. " How are you holding up? " he asked gruffly, doing anything to distract himself from the storm in his mind.

Sherry paused, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she sighed, looking down at her gloved hand, watching it tremble slightly as she forced herself to look away, not wanting ot see the marks of the virus peeking through the leather fabric, " I'm... holding up fine, " she lied, of course, she would. Leon paused, hearing her trembling voice, taking a few steps towards her as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

The silence between them was slightly comforting. Even in a struggling moment like this one, the only audible sound was their breathing and the typing of the keyboard; they were still alive. That thought alone comforted both of them slightly.

When you woke up, your throat was aching, and you tried to move your arms, only to find them tied up. That's when it finally hit you, memories rushing back to you like a wave, enough to hurt your head and make the edges of your vision blacken slightly, giving you tunnel vision for a few moments as you tried to calm down.

You were in a dark room, no source of light anywhere, your eyes adjusting to the pitch-black room, taking a few breaths to calm yourself down and to not hyperventilate in a moment like this. You weren't stupid enough to start screaming for help; you didn't even know where you were.

The only things your ears and nose could make out were the smell of decay and dirt, leaving you in a confused spot as you shut your eyes, hoping that your vision would clear. But that's when you heard the clicking of something, snapping you awake instantly, becoming alert for anything.

" You're finally awake.. good, good. I hoped that you wouldn't be dead. " a male's voice echoed, leaving you in a state of confusion. Was he the only one who brought you here? You could only presume so, hearing something click as a bright light blinded your vision, earning a soft groan from you as you squeezed your eyes shut.

" Worry not, I have no intentions of harming you... yet. You just happen to be a part of the plans. consider yourself.. special. " his words echoed in your mind, plans? What plans? When you finally opened your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the sudden lighting, you saw a man, his back facing you; he was big. You didn't recognize him.

" ...who- who are you?.. " Your voice was hoarse, a ringing was heard in your ears, making you wince slightly before the man paused at your question, turning around, seeing the man in his glory. " Oh, forgive me, how rude of me. Dr. Victor Gideon. " The name ran out in your head, yet you didn't recognize it at all.

" What do you want from me?.. " you asked. Gideon tilted his head to the side slightly as your words before chuckling, as if what you said was the funniest thing ever. confusing you even more, but before you could say anything, he spoke up, " It's not exactly what I want from you, but rather... what I need from you, Mrs. Kennedy. "

confusion filled your veins, but your mind worked through it quickly, " You're using me as bait... for my husband to what? " Your response made Gideon smile with delight, taking a few steps toward you, but you tried your best to back away with little effort due to being tied to the chair. " You smart girl, I like you. emotional but smart. " his words made your skin crawl, quite literally.

Gideon walked to your side, his larger frame towering over yours, brushing his fingers on the back of your nape, " It's a shame that you have to die, but don't worry... " his large hand wrapping around your neck, cutting off your air supply, surprising you immediately. " I'll make it painless. Your husband will be glad for that much. "

" g-get- off of me! " You tried to shake off his grip, you weren't sure what to think, he was threatening you with sweet words, enough to make your skin crawl, hearing his sickening chuckle again before he released his grip on your throat, you gasped for air for a moment.

" ..ah, I see why you're so emotional now, " Gideon slowly trailed off, making you pause, looking at the man with a confused expression, glaring daggers at him, but he didn't seem threatened by that, only smiling, " you have a life growing inside of you, does your husband know this? "

It was quiet in the room; neither Sherry nor Leon bothered to fill up the silence, just their presences comforting each other in such a dire moment. Sherry knew better than to ask Leon how he was feeling, already sensing the waves of emotions coming off of the tired man.

Sherry paused, seeing a notification pop up in the right corner of the screen. It was another body. " Leon.. come look at this. " Sherry called out to the man as he took a few steps forward, looking at the screen as Sherry pulled up the latest body that was discovered, his eyes narrowing, " I'll go check it out. " Leon lowly mumured, making Sherry pause as she looked at him with a concerned expression.

" ..I'll send you the coordinates, just.. be careful. Your symptoms could be getting worse. " Sherry reminded before she looked back at the screen, her fingers moving to type on the keyboard, " I'll keep looking for (your name). " Her words comforted Leon in a sense, before he could only nod at her words, offering a small smile to reassure her. He started to walk out of the room, shutting the door behind him, as she was the only one to remain in the room.

unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows.

Leon drove to where the coordinates were, Elbridge, seeing a bunch of police cars at the scene, letting out a tired sigh as he turned off the engine, putting on his earpiece before he got out of the Porsche. making his way to the scene, forcing his brain to go on investigator mode, trying to hold in his emotions, like a dam waiting for the water to explode, the water is already leaking.

Fortunately, it was the same as the others; the markings on the deceased's body were almost like decay, another survivor of Raccoon City who had died from similar effects as the other bodies they had found. It wasn't comforting to know that he could end up like that or worse, better than being shot in the head.

Leon was kneeling by the body, the hand only peeking out, revealing the same black blotches, before he stood up, hearing Sherry's voice through the earpiece: " Talk to me. Is this one like the others? " walking towards the yellow tape before he curtly replied, " Same black blotches. "

Pulling the tape up as he knelt to get under it, hearing her voice come through again, " And it's not postmortem lividity? " he stood up straight as he replied, " No... " making his way towards his Porsche as he passed by a few cops, " No, this is different. That's six now. Six survivors of Raccoon City all dead from the same thing. "

Sherry's voice came through again as he came near his Porsche, " Yeah.. that's.. not good. " Leon replied quickly, " No.. No, it's not. " opening the car door as he got in, slamming the door shut as he settled in the driver's seat, " But.. I have something for you, " Leon grabbed his phone from the passenger's seat, not letting his hopes get up so quickly as he heard Sherry speak again, " The team has settled on a person of interest.. someone with ties to Umbrella. "

Leon scrolled through a few photos of the person, listening to Sherry speak, " Victor Gideon, " letting out a quiet hum as he placed his phone down on the passenger's seat, " Who is he? " Leon grabbed his gun as Sherry spoke again, " A former T-virus researcher. " before she spoke again, " Hey, I just got a report of a missing police officer. I-It might be unrelated, but he disappeared near where the fifth body was found. "

Leon put his gun away in his jacket, glancing over at his gloved hand, moving it slightly, " You there, Leon? " slowly shaking his head even though she couldn't see, " Yeah, I'm here. " glancing over at the rear view mirror as she spoke again, concern in her voice, " You okay? " Leon didn't bother responding, simply starting the car's engine, curtly replying with " send me the address, I'll check it out. "

In simple words, the next few minutes mixed along with hours were followed by hell itself. Leon was helping out a woman named Grace Ashcroft, even if it did mean going through hell and back during the whole night just to help her escape. His wife? Sherry was still trying to locate her; wherever she was hidden, it was a good spot, enough for her phone not to get located easily.

As the hours ticked by, so agonizingly slow. His symptoms grew worse, and his 'disease' was spreading throughout his body. Even by the end of it all, he failed to help out Grace and the little girl she was with, Emily. piling on his even larger amount of guilt. knowing that he's failed to be there for people he desperately wanted to help.

Leon couldn't even go back home; he wouldn't dare when you're not there, so when finally Sherry was able to locate you, telling him that you were at Raccoon City, Leon practically dropped everything, knowing that Grace and his wife were at Raccoon City. It was bait. Oh, he knew that so well.

They hoped that Leon would take it so eagerly, like a dog getting a treat, and he did. not bothering ot wait for backup, his emotions boiling over, he wouldn't and couldn't wait around for backup, knowing well that you were probably suffering and he hadn't been there to help you.

His number one weakness was you, and clearly, they knew that well enough to dangle his wife right in front of him, and he took it without hesitation. Leon was always so weak for you, willing to do anything just to get you back, even if it meant going back to the place he never wanted to go back to.

He had to go for you and Grace. He couldn't just wait.

You've been alone for god knows how long, the only source of light was the light shining on you, Gideon had left you a long time ago, and you were alone. listening for any sort of noise. But you gave up even doing something like that, thankfully, that man was stupid or planned to leave a small scalpel behind, it was near the light, so... here you were, trying to grab the scapel to free yourself and try to find your phone and where you were at.

After shifting for so much and scooting closer and closer to the table, you finally got near enough to have one of your fingers grab the cold metal, the sensation tingling under your fingertips as you tried to position yourself carefully. scratching the cold blade with the rope that was holding your wrists together.

Yet every so often, you thought of what that man had said to you, a life growing inside of you. It was a pestering thought. You assumed that he was lying and tried not to think much of it, yet it bugged you and stuck itself onto you like a second skin.

Regardless of that, you finally managed to free your wrists after minutes of trying to cut through the rope, wincing slightly as you moved your hands around; they were bruised. Being the rational person you were, you decided to keep the scalpel, regardless of the small blade.

slowly getting up as your body ached, you wouldn't be too surprised if that man had injected something into you when you were passed out. Your body felt much weaker than usual, to a concerning amount, but as you looked around the dusty room for any sort of exit, trying to use the same exit that Gideon had used, it was blocked with something.

Of course, he would block it with something. But you were a very persistent woman. So, like any other woman, you tried to push open the door, but the thing that was barricading the door from the other side wasn't heavy, much to your advantage. Of course, at first, it wasn't easy pushing the door open; your body was much weaker than before.

Yet as you were trying to free yourself, Leon was already in Raccoon City, roaming the ruined city, reliving a few memories as he passed by familiar buildings, but he wasn't at the center of the ruined city yet.

After minutes of slamming your body against the door, you managed to free yourself with much of your dumb luck, enough to make a small yet large enough crack to push your body through; as soon as you got out of that suffocating room, your sight was met with a ruined city. confusion flickering in your body, before you noticed that you were actually on a ruined but tall building.

much to your dumb luck. You quite literally had to be careful where you stepped because you were about to fall through a couple of floors if you hadn't paid attention to your surroundings, and that included the large holes in the floors. You had to find a way to get down to the ground and not fall to your demise.

easy right? Well, you're horribly wrong. stairs? all gone. Holes in the ground? You were sure you were going to break your bones if you dropped from a great height. You didn't even know how Gideon managed to get out of the building. because you were stuck unless you wanted your lower body broken if you dropped down.

But, much to your luck, your husband, Leon, was already searching the depths of the city; you just had to wait, and you did! hoping that Leon was actually looking for you, or you were going to sacrifice your lower body just to get down from the tall building you were trapped in.

Leon was already exploring the ruined city, and Grace was somewhere near the center of Raccoon City, but he couldn't get on the other side of that locked main gate, so he was trying to find the detonator parts for the unfinished detonator. He came across zombies and other unpleasant things like spiders, or god knows what they are. The last building he wanted to check was the tall one before he would return to the central camp.

Not the easiest ruined building to explore, but he managed to do it.

While he was looking around the first few floors, he came across a few zombies and quickly got rid of them to make a safe path for himself, hoping to find something useful within the building, and eventually, He finally got around to the top floor that was impossible to get to.

But the man was persistent. If there was a way, then there's a will to do it.

It took a few minutes at best to find something to get to the top floors, but he did it; the floors had barely any zombies in them, and he wasn't complaining, though. Leon was rounding a corner before he saw a familiar figure, squinting his eyes for a moment to confirm his suspicions. Your back was facing him, but he could recognize your familiar features even if your back was facing him. " (your name)? " he called out, making you jump in surprise, but you turned around, and you two made eye contact.

The wind was blowing softly, you took small steps to your husband; your eyes welling up with tears, so happy to see a familiar face, " Leon- " but before you could take another step towards him, something, or rather, a hand, grabbed your ankle, making you fall and started dragging you down as you screamed in surprise, Leon immediately rushed over to you, dropping his gun as he dropped down to the concrete and tried to grab one of your hands, dust swirled everywhere.

Thankfully. Leon was quick enough; his hand was holding onto your hand, and you were hanging in the air. A zombie had grabbed your ankle. Leon thought he had cleared every floor, but it was clear that one was smart enough to hide. He wasn't going to lose you now; he couldn't when he just found you.

Leon's muscles flexed as he managed to pull you up, making you land near the floor beside him as he grabbed his axe from his belt and quickly cut the zombie's hand off. Once he made sure they had died from the fall, making a sickening crunch, Leon immediately checked on you.

" hun- are you okay?- What happened to you? " his voice was urgent as he grabbed your shoulders, noticing the bruises on your body. The sight made his heart ache with pain. The dam holding back the water was starting to break because you were hurt. He didn't bother to hide his emotions as you shakily nodded your head, wrapping your arms around him as you sobbed into his shoulder.

Leon didn't bother to stay in that building any further with you; he didn't want to risk you getting hurt even more, so, after twenty minutes of going down floor by floor, you two finally made it to the ground. Leon didn't think it was smart to have a conversation right there and started taking you to the central camp, making sure to protect you from everything.

Until you two finally arrived at the tent, he made sure nobody or nothing was following you two, and once he had made sure, he checked on you. " ..are you okay?- Did anyone hurt you? " Leon asked you as his gloved hands held your cheeks, his worried eyes checking your body for any injuries, but only found bruises and scratches.

" I-I'm fine.. I'm just glad to see you. " You slowly shook your head at his other question. You weren't sure if you should tell your husband what Gideon had said to you earlier, you didn't want to dump more issues on Leon, and held your tongue, especially since you two weren't in the best spot right now.

Leon let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in when he heard your response. He wrapped his arms around your shaky frame as you two held each other for a moment, despite your dire situation. Leon was so happy to see you unharmed; he was so utterly exhausted, but having you in his arms eased his troubles.

After a moment of silence, Leon spoke up quietly, " You need to stay here. I'll have Sherry send backup to come pick you up and take you someplace safe. " his words surprised you. You pulled back from the embrace and stared at him with a confused expression. " You're... not gonna stay? " Your words made his heart ache even more. He didn't want to leave you when he had just found you yet.

He had to find grace; he didn't know what he would do with himself if he just left her alone with them. " I have to find someone. It's not safe for you to come with me. " Leon pressed a small kiss on your head. His words made your heart ache.

" I can't lose you.. I'm so scared. " Your voice shook, you weren't scared of being by yourself, you were scared of losing him. Your words made Leon pause, " I know.. But I have to help her... I love you. " Leon pressed a small kiss near your lips, hugging you one last time before he left, leaving just as quickly as he found you.

You were left alone for god knows how long. quietly crying until you couldn't cry anymore, you were just alone.. in the ruined city, whilst your husband was off to his own death, or at least you hoped that he wasn't. You hoped for everything but a horrible ending for you. You didn't bother to rush after him; you didn't want to argue with him, not when he's in such a bad state.

You subconsciously held your stomach, briefly looking down as your hand held your abdomen, a small yet sad smile appeared on your lips, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, the only sounds were the sounds outside you didn't want to name.

You were just looking around, doing nothing too crazy as you waited; minutes turned into hours. It was starting to get dark out, your eyes felt heavy, but you kept them open just in case anything happened until you heard noises outside, loud ones. enough to startle you and alert your body to stay awake, to which it did.

Peeking out, you saw a helicopter landing nearby with a few agents rushing out. One of them seemed to see your figure from a distance and quickly rushed over to you, asking for your name, to which you provided, and he immediately took you with him into the chopper. Everything after that was a blur of events you couldn't even remember due to how tired you were.

Yet, in the end of all of it. You were brought back home, and an agent stayed with you in case anything happened: you tried asking for your husband, but the agent wouldn't answer any of your questions, fearing for the worst already, but something in your heart told you to wait, just wait for him. You didn't give up on him so easily.

You forced yourself to clean the messy house and went to bed on the couch, but you couldn't sleep, tossing and turning, leaving bitter feelings swelling up inside of you until you felt sick, so utterly sick to the point you rushed to the bathroom and threw up. Gideon's words echoed in your brain.

Forcing you to remember that... rather weird interaction, what if you were pregnant? He seemed so sure when he said it with that creepy smile, you fixated on his words to the point you forgot about your surroundings, sitting down near the toilet in case you threw up even more.

until you heard a familiar voice from the entrance of the bathroom, " feeling sick after all of that? " You snapped your head towards the door, where your husband, Leon, was currently leaning on the doorframe, looking worse but better in a sense; he wasn't wearing those gloves anymore.

You could only force yourself to smile at his horrible joking, shaking your head as you stood up, " I was worried sick about you, and that's the first thing you say to me? " you mused, letting out a disbelieving laugh as Leon chuckled along with you.

" ..I missed you. There wasn't a single moment when I wasn't thinking about you. " Leon's words made your heart warm, a small smile appearing on your lips as your worries went away just by your husband's words, carefully taking his hand in yours. " You truly make me wonder why I even love you. "

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The whole house smells like a warm bakery by the time you reach the wardrobe. There it is—the blue sundress, still hanging exactly where you left it in the back. You reach for it before you can talk yourself out of it. 

The silk slides easily over your hips, the fabric soft and light against your skin. Your reflection makes you pause. Yeah…he’s definitely going to notice this.

You settle for a lighter makeup look, adding more emphasis to your eyes. An approving hum slips from you as you study your reflection. 

You gather your hair, letting it fall loosely before smoothing it down, just enough to make it sit the way you want. A few strands frame your face as you give yourself one last look.

The air in the kitchen is warm. You tuck the last of your things into your purse before stepping toward the oven. When you open it, the smell of fresh cookies rises up –sweet and inviting—and something in your chest loosens.

You take them out carefully, wrapping them into a container, your movements slower now, steadier. 

With the cookies secured, you move back to your purse. You unzip it, glancing inside—phone, keys, everything still in place—then close it and sling the strap over your shoulder.

Outside, your skin tingles under the heat of the sun. The neighborhood’s quietness amplifies the sound of your steps, the fabric of the dress swishing against your legs. Your grip on the container tightens, palms slick as you near Leon's house. A stupid idea, you thought, scoffing. 

Before you can hesitate further, you’re already on Leon’s front porch. With a deep inhale, your hold on the container loosens. Relax Y/N. Don’t overthink this. Wiping your free hand down your dress, you ring the doorbell and quickly retract it to your side. 

Insecurity washes over you as the moment stretches on, and for a second you wonder if you should’ve just stayed home. Just as you start to wallow—

“Hey there.”

You look up—and there he is. Leon. Obnoxiously attractive as ever.

He’s clad in a long-sleeved compression shirt, completely unfitting for the summer heat. It clings to him, outlining his physique a little too well. Is that even his size?

And he smells—god, he smells incredible. Clean and warm, something woodsy underneath, like fresh soap and fabric that’s been sitting in the sun too long.

Your breath hitches as you catch yourself gawking like a creep. Your posture straightens unconsciously. Not trusting your voice yet, you lift a hand in an awkward wave, nearly dropping the plastic container in the process.

The container is pressed closer to your chest now. “Hi…Mr. Kennedy," your voice comes out breathless–way too breathless. God, you felt like a highschooler with a barely masked crush.

“How’s it going Y/n,” Leon’s voice draws you out of your thoughts and you try not to linger on the quiet warmth in it.

You cough. “Um, fine—really fine. How about you?” That last part comes out a little rushed.

“Not too bad,” Leon answers, a warm smile on his face.

Without overthinking, you hold out the cookies to him. “So uh..I think I underestimated the portion and made too much of these,” the deliberate lie slips out from you. “...And I thought, maybe you’d like some?” 

Hmm, that was much less frightening than you thought it would be. Surprise flickers across Leon’s face, but he quickly masks it with a faint smile. He certainly hadn’t expected his next-door neighbor to show up at his door, somehow even prettier than he remembered.  For a moment, he just takes in the sight of you before speaking.

“I really appreciate it, Y/n.”

A quiet hum leaves his lips as he takes the cookies from you, his expression softening. “These look really good,” he says, glancing back at you, “Thanks, again.”

Nodding, you reply, “It’s nothing.” Now that your hands have lost their anchor, you smooth them down your dress, hoping to hide just how nervous you feel.

Leon scratches the back of his neck, looking toward his apartment. He hesitates, then asks, “Do you… maybe want to come in? If it’s okay.”

You press your lips together, stifling the small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Not wanting to make your excitement too obvious, you reply, “I don’t want to be a bother.” You’re secretly hoping he sees right through the bluff and insists on letting you in anyway.

He tilts his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “A bother? Not at all… I wouldn’t mind some company.”

“Okay—of course… I mean, yeah.” You groan internally at the sound of your voice, please stay home next time. Leon, however, doesn’t react to your flustered state, simply stepping aside to let you in.

The first thing you notice is how clean and quiet his place is. Light streams through the tall windows, hitting the pale floors and making the space feel bigger than it is. There’s barely any furniture, but it all feels effortless, like someone who uses what they need and nothing more.

Leon walks over to the kitchen, placing the cookies on the sleek marble countertops. His kitchen is immaculate, almost too neat. He gestures his hands towards the living room, “Please y/n, make yourself at home.” 

You shift slightly, then reply, “Thanks,” moving to sit on the couch. You tuck your hands into your lap, hoping you don’t look as out of place as you feel. A half read book lies upside down on the coffee table, its pages slightly bent, like it had been abandoned mid-thought. You linger on it for a moment—then your gaze shifts, catching on the wilting flowers in the vase. The faint scent of their petals drifts to you, and after a pause, you clear your throat and glance at him.

“Mr. Kennedy,” you say, your words a little halting, “what do you usually get up to this time of year?”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Leon’s fine,” he says with a small smile. “And…well,” he hums for a moment, “not anything interesting if I'm being honest. Just, maybe picking up some old hobbies.”

You hum. “Makes sense… I should probably be more like you, Mr Kenne—uh, Leon.”

He raises an eyebrow, a small grin forming, “What, you mean boring and bad at cooking?”

You shake your head, a small laugh escaping. “No, that’s not what I meant. I just… I want to have more time for myself. My friends always drag me to every new event.”

Though you liked keeping busy, sometimes you just wanted a little space to do your own thing, and honestly, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to be a little “boring” for once.

“Well… it’s good to have a balance of both,” Leon says, walking over to where you’re seated, “just don’t compare yourself to me—or to anyone else.”

You chuckle, looking up at him, “Thanks for the wisdom.”

He huffs out a laugh, “Don’t mention it,” a hint of amusement in his tone. 

Leon’s eyes stay on you, calm and steady, and for a moment you can’t look away. Growing shy under his gaze, you look to the side, pretending the abstract painting on his wall is suddenly fascinating. Your stomach twists, a faint warmth creeping up your neck. Woman up Y/n — you didn’t come here to melt under his stare.

The quiet stretches, just enough for you to notice the soft ticking of the clock.

“…You look different today,” he says, breaking the silence.

“Different how?” you ask, looking back at him, trying to sound normal and failing miserably.

He shrugs slightly, but doesn’t look away, “Dressed up,” he says. “For cookies?”

Oh God. Abort mission. “I always dress like this,” you lie.

He steps a little closer, not enough to be obvious, but enough that you notice.

“Right,” he says, uncertainty laced in his tone.

“You don’t look convinced.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Maybe I’m not,” he says.

You let out a small, breathy laugh. “God, you’re making this really embarrassing for me.”

His expression shifts, softer now. “Wasn’t my intention,” he says quietly.

You take a deep breath in. “I just…” you start, then stop. God, say it. 

You let out a small, nervous laugh, shaking your head. “Wow, this sounded a lot better in my head.”

Leon doesn’t interrupt this time, he just watches you, patiently, and that almost makes it worse.

“I didn’t come here just to give you cookies,” you admit, your voice quieter now. “I mean—I did, but not just for that.”

Your fingers twist together in your lap. 

“I wanted an excuse to see you.”

There. It’s not everything, but it’s something? The silence that follows isn’t awkward, just, heavy.

Leon’s expression has changed again. Not teasing this time. Something more focused, like he’s actually seeing you now.

“…An excuse?” he repeats. 

You nod quickly, heat rushing to your face. “Yeah. Because if I didn’t have one, I probably wouldn’t have come over at all.”

“Why not?”

You let out a breath, almost a huff. “Because you make me nervous.”

That earns you a quiet reaction, a small exhale, almost like a surprised laugh under his breath. “Do I?”

“Yes,” you say immediately, then wince at how fast that came out. “I mean—obviously. Look at you.”

The words slip out before you can stop them, and you pause, already regretting it. For a second, nothing happens. Then Leon lets out a quiet laugh, an actual one, not just the polite kind he usually gives.

“‘Look at me,’ huh?” he echoes.

You groan, covering your face for a second. “Can we pretend I didn’t say that?”

“No,” he says easily.

You peek at him through your fingers. He’s smiling, but there’s something else under it now. Something warmer and more interested. “…I’m glad you did,” he adds.

That makes your stomach flip, and you slowly lower your hands. The air between you feels different now, heavier and charged. Leon leans back a little, crossing his arms, but his gaze doesn’t leave you.

“So,” he says, tilting his head just a bit, “you baked too many cookies, dressed up, and came over… just for an excuse to see me.”

Your throat goes dry. “…Yeah.” 

Silence settled between you again as Leon studies you for a moment.

He tilts his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Well,” he murmurs, voice cutting through the quiet, “I guess I better make it worth your trouble.”

No fucking way.

You huff out a laugh, trying to hide the deep flush on your cheeks. “How do you plan on doing that?”  

His eyes darken slightly, amused, and he steps closer. One hand comes up, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, then lingering on your cheek. You turn your face away, cheeks burning.

“Hey,” he says softly, his voice low but teasing, “don’t look away from me now.”

“I’m not… I’m just…” You search the living room for a distraction. “Taking in the… architecture. It’s nice.”

Leon lets out a genuine laugh, the sound short and breathy. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?”

You manage a small, awkward grin, shaking your head, “Hey… give me some credit, okay? It’s not easy coming up with a lie on the spot.”

Seeing the way your cheeks flush, Leon leans back slightly, just enough to tilt your face up with two fingers beneath your chin. “If it would make you more comfortable, then I’m as nervous as you are,” he murmurs softly.

You feel your eyes soften themselves, something Leon doesn’t miss. You reach out hesitantly, fingers gently wrapping around his hand.

 “Is it because…,” you let the sentence trail off, not wanting to make false assumptions. 

“I think you know why,” he says, voice quieter than you expected.  

You bite your lip, fighting the urge to close the distance between you. His gaze drops to your lips—so quickly you almost miss it. A beat passes. Maybe two. You don’t realize how much closer you’ve gotten until the tip of your nose lightly brushes against his. 

Before you can close the gap, Leon pulls back—just slightly. He exhales, unsteady, eyes closing as if he’s trying to think. He shakes his head once. Then he straightens.

“Fuck, I… I’m sorry Y/n, that was really out of line,” he says, a slight crack in his tone, lungs still breathless. 

Your face scrunches up in confusion, did you do something wrong?

Leon pinches the bridge of his nose, voice tight and jittery. “You’re… you’re young, and I… I shouldn’t be doing this.” He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. “God, I wasn’t thinking.”

You stay seated a heartbeat longer, cheeks warm, fingers twisting in your lap. Slowly, you push off the couch, letting the cushions sigh behind you. You rise carefully, testing yourself as much as him.

Leon glances up, startled. His eyes flick between your face and your hands, catching the way your fingers brush the edge of your dress. His shoulders tighten, a quiet tension coursing through him.

You take a tiny step closer, almost instinctively letting your fingertips brush against the edge of his arm. “I… um,” you murmur, voice a little shaky. “I’m not a kid. I… I wanted this.”

Your lips twitch into a nervous, fleeting smile. “The cookies, the dress,” you let out a shaky exhale before proceeding, “I thought… maybe you’d like them.” The words are quiet, almost hesitant. 

Leon swallows hard, caught in between surprise and disbelief. He’s trying to process you, trying to understand. 

Seeing the confused look on his face, you let out a soft, breathy laugh. “I think you know why a girl would go out of her way…to do all this,” you say, glancing up at him. 

Feeling entirely too bold for your own good, you take his hand, placing it on your waist. “I know what I want Leon," you say, voice coming out lower than you intended. “But…if I misread this and you want nothing to do with me—then,” a shaky exhale falls from you. “Then I’ll leave.”

You couldn’t believe you just did that, not as someone who was never this direct. Either way, you weren’t going to waste any more of your time on someone who had no interest in you.

Leon blinks rapidly, his mouth falling open for a second before he snaps it shut. “I…” He trails off. “No—I… I do,” he admits, voice unsteady, though there’s a quiet certainty beneath it. He huffs out a breath of laughter, turning his head to the side. “God, I do want you. I want you so bad.”

Your breath hitches, caught off guard by the rawness in his voice.

“How could I not?” Leon’s voice is a low, tired rasp, and the grip on your waist finally firms up, pulling you flush against him. He huffs a short, dry laugh, his gaze dropping to your lips. “I’ve been trying not to want you, Y/N. Believe me. “But you’re… you’re genuine. Ambitious, kind, smart. You’ve got this energy I can’t even describe, and I’ve spent far too much time away thinking about it.” He shakes his head, his thumb grazing the skin just above your hip.

A small, almost shy smile tugs at your lips, and your heart skips a beat. You can feel the warmth of him pressed against you. For a moment, neither of you speaks, the quiet between you heavy but charged. You glance up, catching his gaze, and it feels like the world has narrowed down to just the two of you.

Your fingers inch along his arm, tentative, lingering. He leans closer, his forehead almost brushing yours. You can feel your heartbeat in the quiet, each thump louder than the last.

Finally, you murmur, voice barely above a whisper: “Kiss me.”

Leon’s breath catches. His lips hover near yours for a heartbeat, then slowly, deliberately, he closes the gap. The first brush of his lips against yours was soft, uncertain, almost like neither of you could comprehend that this was actually happening.

His lips are soft, so much softer than you thought they would be. The roughness of his stubble grazes your cheek, sending chills straight down your spine. Leon takes your hands, brushing over them softly before guiding them to rest at his nape.

Your lips curve into a smile against his, fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. Leon coaxes your mouth open slowly with his tongue, a low groan slipping from him as he deepens the kiss. You sigh breathlessly, the taste of him intensifying and going straight to your head.

You slowly pull apart from the kiss, both a little breathless. Leon’s face is flushed, pupils blown so wide the blues of his irises are almost black.  

“I’m tired of standing,” you murmur, your bottom lip softening into a pout.

“Yeah,” he rasps, voice unsteady, hands tightening as he walks you back toward the couch.

As Leon takes a seat, you decide to be bolder, climbing into his lap. A rush of adrenaline tingles through your body. His eyes widen a fraction, surprised by your sudden boldness—like the kiss has knocked something loose in you.

You shift in his lap, tentative at first, until you find a position that feels right. His hands slide to your waist, warm and certain, and the small reassurance of it steadies your nerves. Your breath catches as your eyes drop to his lips again. This time, you don’t hesitate — you lean in, closing the space between you.

Leon’s grip on your waist is still there, and you feel it begin to grow tighter as the kiss deepens. You adjust your weight in his lap, and the small movement pulls a sharp hiss from him. You quickly bite back the soft moan that nearly escapes you.

His tongue teasingly traces your bottom lip, the action making your grip on his shirt tighten. Of their own accord, your thighs begin to move against Leon’s lap, slow and unsteady.  A low groan escapes him as his tongue nudges yours, parting your lips. Every brush of his tongue sends a jolt through you, heat pooling between your legs. 

A soft moan slips from you as your heat presses perfectly against his growing bulge. You grind against his thigh, the friction impossibly right. Leon gasps—really gasps—before his hands drift downward to your ass, gripping firmly and urging you on.

Without warning, Leon pulls back from your lips, his face flushed, lips tinged red. He holds your gaze, voice low and rough. “You sure you want to go further?”

“Mhmm,” you murmur, cheeks warming, fingers twisting together. Your voice is quiet, a little shaky—but there’s a teasing edge. “I… I could do all the work… if you think you can keep up at your age.”

Your stomach tightens at your own boldness. You weren’t sure what you were getting yourself into. Leon looked… strong, capable, and completely unflinching, and just imagining what might come next makes your cheeks heat. Could you really keep up with him?

“Riiight,” he smirks, his gaze sharp. “Guess I’ll leave it to you then… ma’am.”

Your chest tightens. No, no! He was actually letting you take the lead? Oh… you were absolutely doomed.

A nervous cough escapes you, trying—and failing—to hide the quiver in your voice. “R-right then… buckle up, Leon” His terrible jokes were already rubbing off on you. Of course, Leon laughs, really laughs, and for a moment, his eyes crinkle at the corners, making him look younger, almost mischievous.

Leon rubs his hands against your upper thighs, eyes lidded. “If it’s fine with you… maybe we could go to my room?”

You bite your lip, heart skipping, and nod. “Yeah… let’s.”

He lifts you with ease, your thighs wrapping around his waist as your arms settle around his shoulders. Without breaking the moment, he turns and starts up the stairs, each step measured as he carries you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

With his foot, he nudges the bedroom door open and carries you inside. Your heart races, excitement bubbling through you. You hadn’t expected things to go this far, even though you’d worn the black lacy set in preparation–but now that they have, you’re not complaining.

Leon places you gently on the bed and takes a step back. His voice lowers, tinged with concern. “Last chance to back out… are you really su—”

Your cheeks heat, heart hammering. You bite your lip, words catching in your throat… then the need bursts out before you can stop it. “Leon… if you don’t—fuck me—right now… I swear I’ll die from frustration,” you whisper, voice trembling, almost pleading.

Leon huffs out a laugh at your boldness, the side of his mouth curving up into a slight smirk, “Demanding, are we?”

Growing increasingly impatient, you toy with the neckline of your dress,  just enough to hint at the curve of your chest. Leon gulps, his eyes dropping to the flash of black lace peeking out from beneath the fabric. He steps closer, large hands settling on your waist, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles against your skin.

“Can I?” he murmurs. 

You felt your face getting hot as you nodded and whispered back, “Yeah.”

His thumb drifts to the slit of your dress, tracing the smooth skin of your upper thigh. You bite back a soft mewl as his fingers gather the fabric, inching it slowly higher. Your breath catches as the material slides up, revealing more than it did before.

Finally tugging the dress over your head, his eyes rake over you, blue melting into molten as they take in the lacy black set you chose to wear.  He leans in, curling a finger under your chin to tilt your face up. “You really had this planned out, huh?” he murmurs, the corner of his mouth twitching upward.

Your cheeks heat, and you press your hands to your face. “Stop…”

Leon reaches for your hands, lowering them gently. “Hey, hey… none of that,” he says softly, fingers brushing over yours. “There’s nothing to be shy about. I… really appreciate the effort.”

Something in your chest eases, a warmth spreading through you as your nerves settle slightly. Leon steps back, gaze steady on you as he pulls the navy shirt over his head. 

Your eyes widen as you catch sight of him shirtless. You’d known he was big—his skin-tight shirts had done nothing to hide it—but seeing him like this… your gaze lingers on the solid expanse of his chest, shoulders, and arms, every inch impossibly thick and muscular.

Leon’s voice cuts through your ogling, “Why don’t you take a picture?”

The corny joke pulled out a breathy laugh from you, “You can’t be real,” you murmur, shaking your head.

The corner of his mouth twitches, like he’s pleased with himself. He leans in slowly this time, giving you a second to react, to pull away. You don’t.

His hands find your thighs, warm and steady, and when he kisses you again, it’s firmer—less teasing, more intent. The kiss deepens quickly, his tongue tracing your bottom lip. You part your lips without resistance, letting him in, a soft sound slipping from the back of your throat.

His thumbs press lightly against your abdomen, tracing a slow path upward toward your sternum. A soft, involuntary moan slips from your mouth, and his fingers linger there for a heartbeat, as if memorizing the curve of your body—before they begin to drift downward again, gliding over the gentle slope of your waist. They move lower, thighs clenching when his fingers brush against the delicate lace of your underwear.

Leon breaks away from the kiss, eyes filled with concern, “You ok?”

You catch your breath as he pulls back, heart racing. “Yeah… yeah, I just… haven’t done this in a while, and… I guess I’m just… more sensitive,” you breathe out, words trembling slightly.

He lets out a short laugh, eyes softening, “Yeah… uh, same here.”

You slowly release the tension in your thighs, letting your legs fall into a more open, relaxed position. Leon’s gaze drifts lower, catching on to the wet patch on your panties. He groans–quiet but hoarse, “Fuck you’re soaking.”

Then, his hand slides into your underwear, fingers feathering across your mound. A broken whimper falls from your lips, pussy clenching around nothing at all. Leon’s fingers move to your slit, slowly circling your entrance. The delicate trace has you shifting restlessly beneath him, desperate for more. 

And then, after what feels like forever, he drags a single finger between your folds. It's just one finger, but it feels more than it should, your jaw unlocking and falling wide open.

You arch helplessly into his hand, chasing more. A sharp gasp escapes you as he adds a second finger, the stretch making your thighs quiver uncontrollably. 

He settles into a deliberate rhythm, his thumb circling your clit with slow, measured circles.

“Oh fuck… Leon.”A low moan breaks from you, your toes curling against the sheets.

You shove your face into the sheets, hips jerking forward as he curls his fingers through your fluttering walls. Leon watches your face closely, noting every subtle reaction. 

“That’s the spot?” He whispers, voice strained. 

You nod against the sheets, feeling your vision going hazy at the edges. A loud, frantic moan slips past your teeth as his thumb speeds over your clit, the pressure just right. Immediately, your hand covers your mouth, attempting to bury any more moans that threaten to spill out. 

“I want to hear you,” he says, his voice low and rough, “Let me hear you.”

Slowly, you lower your hand, resting it against your upper chest. His fingers plunge in and out of you, the pace quickening as he leans in. “Yeah… that’s a good girl,” he coos.

You clench hard around his fingers at the praise, a sharp gasp escaping. “Oh god, Leon—”

Leon’s eyebrows arch, his head tilting with a smirk. “You like that, huh?”

Your breath hitches, a sharp, ragged sound catching in your throat as the friction becomes too much. 

“Leon... I’m—I’m close,” you say hoarsely, legs shaking uncontrollably as you near your edge. 

Leon looks down at you, his gaze dark and feral. “Yeah?” he goads, his pace turning ruthless, “Then don’t you dare hold back for me.”

All you can do is nod, eyes glittered with tears that threaten to spill over your lashes. 

“Fuck! ‘Im gonna cum,” you whine pathetically, hardly breathing at this point. “Leon–oh god, m’ gonna–” you cry out, every thought burned away by the raw friction of his fingers.

“I know, I know,” he whispers, his forehead resting against yours. “I’m right here. Do it for me, sweetheart.” He maintains a punishingly perfect pace that leaves no room for air.

Without warning, the sensation tips over the edge. Your breath dies in your throat as your cunt seizes around his hand. Everything goes white, your eyes stinging and wet. 

Your back finally rests against the bed, chest heaving in a ragged rhythm. Leon tracks your shallow breaths, his gaze softening at your exhaustion. With agonizing slowness, he uncurls his nimble fingers and slides them from your slick, aching heat. A tiny, broken gasp leaves your lips as he retreats.

He leans over you, his thumb brushing away the stray strands of hair clinging to your damp forehead. “Good job,” he whispers, his voice a low, grounding rumble.

Usually, you’d flush and hide, but the intensity has left you with a daring, heavy-lidded buzz. Instead of shrinking away, you shift, propping yourself up on your elbows. The movement is slow, intentional, and entirely uncharacteristic of your usual shyness.

“Said I was gonna do all the work, right?” you whisper, your voice dropping into a sultry, confident edge as you look him dead in the eye. You offer him a playful, challenging smirk. “So lay back down, old man.”

Leon huffs out a laugh, shaking his head in amusement. “Alright, ma’am,” he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave as he plays along.

He settles back against the mattress, lacing his fingers behind his head to give you the floor. He looks entirely too comfortable, his gaze fixed on you with a heavy, hooded sort of expectation—like he’s just waiting to see if you can actually back up the talk.

Smug bastard.

“Ready when you are,” he groans, the corner of his lip twitching up into a lazy, lopsided smirk.

Oh, you are definitely going to wipe that look off his face.

Slowly, you push off your elbows, your weight shifting as you crawl over him until you're straddling his abdomen. You settle there, staying just high enough to keep him waiting.

Leon’s eyes go dark, his breath hitching as you press down against the hard ridges of his abs. You reach back, the muscles of your arms tensing as you fumble with the clasp of your bra.

The moment the metal clicks, the air leaves Leon’s lungs in a low, shaky exhale. The smugness finally fractures, his jaw tightening as he stares up at you, his composure stripped away as your bra falls from your chest.

His gaze drops from your face, tracking the movement with a heavy, unblinking focus, his mouth hanging open slightly as any witty retorts are seemingly scorched from his mind. “Fuck... you’re so beautiful, you know that?” he whispers, his voice strained and barely audible in the quiet of the room.

Your neck flushes at the compliment—as if he’s one to talk. Leon’s hands slide down your sides to find your waist, his grip firm as his fingers drift lower, grazing the edge of your lace.

You slightly lift your hips up, fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear. With a slow, deliberate motion, you slide them down your legs, leaving a faint, shimmering trail of wetness clinging to the soft fabric.

You’re fully naked above him, skin gleaming in the dim light. Leon doesn’t know where to fix his gaze—your face, the curve of your chest, or the heat where your mound presses against his abs. He looks utterly entranced, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard. Your fingers drift down to toy with the waistband of his jeans, a silent question in your touch.

"Can I?" you whisper.

He nods, his breath hitching in anticipation.

You make quick work of the zipper on his jeans. You’re impatient as you unbutton them and shove the denim down, leaving him in nothing but boxers. You swallow hard; you’d felt how big he was, but seeing the heavy bulge up close like this sends a fresh spike of heat through you.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and peel them away, dragging them down his legs with excruciating slowness. You toss them aside, and your gaze remains fixed, eyes immediately locked on his cock. The air between you goes heavy as you take him in, every inch of him finally exposed.

You swallow, blinking dazedly as you take in the length and thickness. It’s huge. The tip is flushed dark, already leaking slightly. It’s rock solid, twitching with every breath he takes. You don’t think your hand could even close all the way around it. 

You cough, a desperate attempt to swallow your obvious fluster. “Wow, can still get it up, old man?” you say, feigning confidence—yet your voice lacks any real stability.

Leon chuckles, low and dark, “You’re bluffing.” 

You roll your eyes playfully, thighs squeezing firmly around his hips to regain control. “Whatever, just—put it in,” you scoffed, trying to hide the fact that your heart was racing.

“Change of plans? I thought you were gonna handle this part yourself,” he drawls, mocking you with that lazy, arrogant smirk.

Your eyes narrowed, lips pressing into a thin line. “Fine then,” you challenge.

You reach down to circle the base of his length; the sudden contact makes him twitch, reacting instinctively to your grip. Slowly, your hand slides along his shaft, grip tightening slightly. Leon’s hips jerk up into your palm, a low groan escaping him at the weight of your touch.

Suddenly, you bite your lip, the heat in the room momentarily chilled by a realization. "Leon, wait," you whisper, your movements faltering. "I just realized… do you have protection?

Leon doesn't even blink. He just reaches out, his large hand covering yours for a brief second before gesturing blindly toward the mahogany nightstand. "Top drawer," he rasps, his voice a low, rough command. "Back corner."

You pause, a playful smirk tugging at your lips as you reach over and slide the heavy drawer open. You have to push aside a fountain pen and a stack of printed documents just to find the small, foil square.

The wrapper glints under the dim light as you catch the edge between your teeth; with a sharp tug, you tear it open and spit the scrap of foil aside, your eyes locked onto his the entire time.

You place the condom against the head of his cock, still flushed and leaking. With careful movements, you slowly roll it down the length of him. Your fingers faintly brush against the soft skin on the base of his cock, and leon hisses through his teeth, his grip on your waist tightening. 

You rise up on your knees, reaching between you to grab his cock. Carefully, you guide him to your entrance, thighs spread wider in hopes that you can accommodate his size. The leaking head of his cock meets your soaked slit, and it’s electric. 

Finally, you start descending on him. The head of his cock pushes past your entrance, and the second it slips past your folds, you let out a muffled gasp. There’s no way he was going to fit. 

“Leon,” you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as you lower yourself further. 

Leon’s warm hands rub against the soft skin of your waist. “Easy, baby... take your time,” Leon says, his voice thick and strained.

You bite at your lip, thighs quivering as you lower inch after inch, your wetness making it easier to adjust to his length. You let out a ragged gasp as you finally take all of him, walls fluttering uncontrollably around his cock.

“F-fuck... don’t do that if you want me to last,” he says, his voice strained and desperate as he grips your hips.

You stay still for a few seconds, breath catching as you look down at where you’re connected. The sight is visceral, almost sinful.

Leon’s hands are steady on your waist, but his knuckles are white. He’s watching you with a heavy, hooded gaze. "There you go," he rasps, his voice strained as he tries to keep his own breathing under control. "Just breathe, baby. I've got you."

Slowly, you sink back up, the friction a slow burn that makes your head spin, before you slide all the way down again. The moan you let out is raw, and it hits Leon like a physical blow. His eyes snap shut and his head thumps back against the pillow, a wrecked "Fuck..." escaping his lips.

“You’re so warm,” he groans, his fingers digging slightly into your hips to keep himself from bucking up. “Keep that pace... just like that.”

You start to grind against him, a slow, heavy rotation. Your breasts move with the rhythm, and Leon opens his eyes, looking completely hypnotized. His hands leave your waist to grope them, his palms heavy and hot as he squeezes, his thumbs catching your nipples with every downward move.

"Look at you," he rasps, his composure starting to fray as he watches you work. "You're perfect."

Your head tilts back, your throat exposed as the pleasure starts to override his instructions. Your pace increases instinctively, the slow grind turning into a frantic, driving heat. Leon doesn't stop you anymore; he just grips your chest tighter, his breath coming in ragged, desperate hitches as he watches you take control.

Then, your legs give out. The muscles in your thighs begin to shake violently, and your movements turn sloppy. The burn becomes too much to handle, forcing you to a shaky, frustrated stop. You slump against him, your legs still twitching from the effort.

"Leon," you pant, "I—I can’t. My legs..."

Leon tries to smirk, but it’s more of a strained pull of his lips, his face flushed and damp with sweat. “Thought... thought you said you were going to do... all the work, baby,” he teases, the words coming out in short, breathless hitches.

You pout at him, your own exhaustion making your eyes watery, and Leon saves you the embarrassment of trying to continue. He lets out a low, shaky exhale, his grip on your hips tightening as he takes over. He begins moving you again, his movements heavy and uncoordinated but determined.

Suddenly, he grunts, using the last of his strength to hook an arm around your waist. He flips y’all on the bed, the world blurring until your body is splayed out beneath him. He collapses into the space between your thighs, his arms shaking as he props himself up. His eyes are dark, completely blown out as he looks down at you, and he begins to move inside you with a desperate, driving force that tells you he’s just as close to the edge as you are.

The new position made you feel him even deeper inside you. Your pussy pulsed around him while he drove his hips forward in a faster, more urgent rhythm.

“Leon–Leon, Leon, Leon!” your voice is gone, barely recognisable as yours. 

“Jesus, sweetheart—” he groans, his head dropping to the crook of your neck, his voice sounding absolutely wrecked. “You’re tight as fuck. God.”

The walls of your pussy clamp down, forcing a loud, guttural groan from him.

Leon lets out a breathless, wrecked laugh against the sensitive skin of your neck. “Fuck, you really don’t want me to last, do you? You’re trying to ruin me.”

He lets out a sinful, low-bellied groan when you shift just right, the vibration of it making your pussy clench hard in response. You don't let up—you do it again, clamping down on his cock with everything you’ve got, forcing a raw, unfiltered moan out of him that echoes in your ear.

“You’re evil,” he chuckles breathlessly, his teeth grazing your shoulder before he sucks a bruise into your skin. “Taking every fucking inch of me and still asking for more.”

His hips drive upward in a faster, more desperate rhythm, chasing the friction that’s coiling tighter and tighter in your gut. “Leon, m’ gonna—m’ gonna cum, I’m—"

“I know, baby, I know,” he whispers, his voice strained and thick with his own need as he catches your frantic rhythm. “Just like that. Take it all. Come for me.”

A few more heavy, wet strokes and you finally come undone, your walls spasming around him in a breathless, shaking mess. Leon follows only seconds later, a low growl ripping from his throat as he thrusts deep one last time, his body locking up as he spends himself, buried as far as he can go.

He stays buried inside you for a long moment, his forehead resting against your shoulder as his breathing comes in heavy, ragged hitches. The room is silent except for the sound of both of you trying to catch your breath.

Eventually, the stillness breaks as he shifts his weight, easing up on his elbows just enough to look at you.

You swallow, then murmur, “T-that was…” your voice still a little airy.

“I know,” he murmurs, a faint huff of breath following the words.

Leon pushes himself up from your body, his movements slow and deliberate. “Need to clean you up,” he says, though his eyes haven't quite lost their heat.

As he stands, the sudden chill makes you bold, and you can’t resist teasing him one more time. “I was hoping for round two,” you say, letting your gaze linger, “but then I remembered you’re…”

You could clearly hear your kids fighting now, but you still haven't made any effort to move. They were grown-ass teens after all, you told yourself.

You slowly closed your eyes and gave your back to your husband once more. Leon opened his eyes and looked at your back. It was clear that neither of you wanted to get up and stop them.

But you lived with your husband long enough to know he's awake and he doesn't want to drag his ass out of bed just yet.

When he felt that you were about to turn your face towards his, he quickly gave you his back and faked his snoring sounds to fool you. His little trick obviously didn't work on you.

As the noise continued downstairs, you sighed and poked him in the ribs with your elbow.

“Ouch!” Leon said lazily as he rubbed the spot.

“BRING THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER!”

Leon groaned and pushed the covers aside with a scowling face. He pulled his underwear off the ground and put them back on.

“You better be naked when I get back,” he grumbled, pointing his finger at you.

“Got it.” You murmured into your pillow and watched him leave the room. Practically, you were wearing nothing but a bra. You lazily removed it and threw it aside.

You tossed and turned in bed waiting for your husband to return. About twenty minutes passed. It was around 7:19 by now—why was he taking so long?

You were about to put your feet on the floor when you saw your husband enter the bedroom. His gaze fell on you, covered only with the bed sheets. Leon closed the door and walked towards you, removing his underwear once more.

You wanted to say something, but he hopped onto the bed on you. You protested slightly and wrapped your hands around his neck. Leon kissed your lips desperately.

You muttered against his lips and broke it, looking into his eyes.

“Kitchen situation?”

He sighed and buried his face in your breasts. His trimmed beard scratched your skin a little, not that you complained, right?

“They didn't burn anything, right?” you asked him again, demanding an answer. Leon hummed on your skin on purpose.

“LEON!” You slowly sat, crossing your arms on your bare chest, which brought him out of his bubble.

“Fine, fine! Maybe just the microwave.” Confused, Leon was still eyeing your body. You raised your eyebrows.

“Seriously?”

You got up to grab your robe, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to bed.

He put you on top of him as he lay down with a little smug smirk. His hands started wandering on your thighs to your ass to squeeze it.

“Damn, honey, you became so squeezable,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes. He was teasing you and you knew it. Also, you could feel his dick against your butt. You swatted his hands and pointed a finger towards his smug expression.

“Don't change the topic, Kennedy—my microwave—”

He hushed you with his thumb on your lips.

“I'll buy you a new one,” he said as he placed his other hand on your butt again.

You blinked for a few seconds, then removed his thumb.

“And your kids—”

He interrupted you again and rolled his eyes.

“I punished them.”

You shut your mouth and looked at him—really looked. Despite how handsome he was beneath you, you restrained yourself a little.

“Happy now, Mrs. Kennedy?”

“Think so. Don't get smug about it,” you scolded.

Leon let out a little laugh and flipped you under him instead to catch your lips. You groaned and returned the kiss. You can't stay mad at him forever, not when he promised to buy you a new microwave.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and let him rub his tip against your entrance to drive you wild. You let out a series of miserable moans as he rubbed against you.

You caught his mouth again, desperate to distract yourself.

“Mom, I want to borrow your haird—”

Your daughter just had to storm into your room without warning. She immediately covered her eyes and turned her face towards the door. The last thing she expected was to see her parents having sex.

“Ew, aren't you guys too old for THIS?” she said in an embarrassed tone, her head still facing the door.

Leon rolled his eyes and got off you, lifting the sheets to cover you and him. You raised your eyebrows.

“Didn't we teach you how to knock on the door first?”

“Jesus Christ, MOM!”

You had been working at the DSO for about two years. It was pretty mundane until you were moved to the location where some of the best field agents and dispatchers clocked in for work.

Among them, 30 year veteran Agent Leon Kennedy.

You heard so many stories about the guy growing up. You couldn’t believe he was the one to save the president's daughter by himself, let alone survive Raccoon city in ‘98. 

Needless to say, it was sort of surreal seeing him stalk around the office your first day at work.

He was insanely good looking, but the years weren’t kind to him. You could tell from the way his shoulders were slightly hunched over from carrying the weight of the world for so long, the silver strands paving their way into his otherwise dark hair, and the faint lines etching their way across his face.

But, man, was he delectable.

You couldn’t help it! It wasn’t just the way he looked, but the way he acted.

He was kind to everyone around him. His dry jokes were awful in the best way. He was smart and you could tell he went out of his way to make everyone comfortable, including you. 

You actually felt a little out of place on your first day, but he made sure to introduce himself to you first and mention you to his other colleagues to save you the awkward introductions. 

Sometimes when he’d stumble into headquarters fresh from a mission, you’d steal a few glances, partly in concern and partly because a hot older guy was groaning and panting around headquarters with blood all over him.

Leon always looked a little rough when he returned. His hair would be slightly disheveled, jacket gone for whatever reason, clothes creased and worn from travel. 

Sometimes there were faint bruises under his eye or temple or dried blood that wasn’t even his, splattered across his collar and arms. 

Despite looking like a hot mess, he still carried himself with that conviction that made everyone move out of his way without even thinking about it.

Almost every single damn time you snuck a glance, he’d catch you red handed. Those sharp blue eyes would flick your way and he’d nod, or if he still had the energy, come over and talk to you. 

You always looked away in record time, suddenly finding the report in front of you wildly interesting.

You internally screamed whenever he’d walk over to your desk, lean against it, and ask you how your day was like he didn’t just come back from hell.

It took everything in you not to act like a horny teenager and stare at the veins in his forearms, the little hairs and the speckles of blood decorating them.

And you could never weather that beautiful stare of his.

Why’d he have to look at people so intently when they spoke?

Damn blue eyed stare.

You needed to convince him to get brown contacts or something.

As exciting as the job was sometimes, you just wanted to go home, hop on your computer, and forget the world existed by playing whatever games you found interesting.

You started streaming about a year ago and had recently reached a decent following.

It was insane, but you were glad you weren’t popular enough to be blasted all over TikTok or Instagram.

You were mid stream when someone donated fifty gifted subs.The message attached admitted they’d embarrassed themselves in front of their crush.

You thanked them of course, but chuckled at their admission.

You sighed, the memory of the other day resurfacing.

“I know how you feel, trust me,” you said, giving the camera a knowing look.

Your chat instantly exploded with people egging you on.

And Leon surely wasn’t on Twitch so…

you spilled.

“If it makes you feel any better, I embarrassed myself real bad in front of my crush at work the other day too.”

You bit the skin on your hand as the memory plagued you.

Then you shook your head with a nervous chuckle. “Oh man, I don’t even know if I should say this…”

Another gifted sub popped up.

Spill the tea I won’t tell anyone I promise

“Alright but if you clip this you’re all banned. Well actually I’m like ninety nine percent sure this guy isn’t even on social media okay he’s…he’s older so I don’t have to worry about him finding out.”

You rolled your eyes as new chats came in.

OLDER??

like how much older?

You scratched the back of your neck, “he's like....50?”

FIVE ZERO?

beekeeping age

an older man you say???

Dilffff

Oh so he’s a dilf

You gave the webcam a flat look.

“…Okay yeah he’s kind of a dilf, “ You faltered, “but he doesn’t have children okay, not that I know of.”

You shifted in your seat.

“This guy is very well known within our company. And I don’t know—he’s just great. He’s nice to everyone, he’s funny, and he cares about people.”

You huffed at the incoming words of encouragement, or words of delusion.

get him

SEDUCE HIM

WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE

whats his name

“I don’t know if I should describe him cause I wanna respect his privacy,” you said with a small laugh. “But let’s just call him ‘the dilf from work’. He’s so out of my league it’s ridiculous.”

You leaned closer to the mic.

“So the other day I was in the break room grabbing a snack before my shift. I was half asleep, okay? Like barely functioning and he walks in.”

You buried your face in your hands for a second before continuing.

“And I panic because I didn’t expect him to be there so early. So I try to move out of the way really fast so he can get to the coffee machine. He sort of leans down to grab a coffee pod, while I grab my steel water bottle…and it sort of swings down—”

You pause, biting your tongue. 

Your chat instantly filled with NOOOOOOOOs and you're assuming people know what comes next.

“…He stands up and slams his head into the water bottle as it’s swinging toward him—”

You clutched your forehead, “So now I’m panicking and apologizing cause I bonked him in the head and he’s just crouching there looking confused while I'm holding a hand over the area to prevent it from bleeding more.”

Oh honey…

Yea i would clear out the whole room

loll no he probably thought it was cute trust….

real

“I felt like a fucking idiot!” you cried with a little laugh, rubbing your face in anguish. 

You covered your eyes with your palms and peeked through your fingers to read chat, "At least he was nice about it, he didn’t even complain.” 

You sigh, “but that was still embarrassing.” 

“I would never wish harm on anyone,” you continued quietly, “but I hope he got a concussion and forgets that even happened…or just forgets I exist in general.”

Comments rolled in again.

imagine he sees this

help

yall better not clip ts

“No, don't worry,” you reassured. “He’s not gonna see this. No one at my work is on Twitch or social media or anything like that.”

You let your arms fall back to the armrests and rocked the chair once, eyes flicking over the flood of messages.

Most of them were variations of there’s no way.

And despite yourself, you suppressed a stupid little smile.

Because there was still a part of that embarrassing story you hadn’t told them because thinking about it still made your heart do something extremely annoying.

It happened right after the water bottle incident.

You’d found the little first aid kit in one of the cupboards and patched the cut on his forehead as best as you could while apologizing about twenty times. Leon had been sitting on the edge of the counter, head tilted forward a little so you could reach him, one hand braced against the surface beside him.

You were trying very hard not to think about how close he was. Or how embarrassing it was that you had nailed a federal agent in the head with a metal water bottle.

“There,” you muttered once the bandage was finally in place.

Your fingers were still a little shaky as you stepped back. “Sorry,” you added again.

Leon waved you off with a soft grin, “Ah, don’t worry about it.”

You turned toward the sink to throw the wrapper from the bandage away when you noticed there was dried blood on your fingers.

His blood. You froze for a second, staring at it.

“Oh,” you murmured quietly to yourself.

You reached for the sink to wash it off before it could smear on anything else, but you barely had time to turn the faucet when Leon spoke.

“Here, " he slid off the counter, "Let me.”

You glanced back.

Your pulse jumped the second his fingers wrapped around your wrist, they were huge and a little dry and calloused. 

“Sorry about that,” he said, before he gently rinsed your hand under the faucet for longer than necessary and squeezed it a bit to ring it dry, like all this was his fault.

Back in the present, your chair rocked softly as chat continued flying up the screen.

“But anyways…I’m sure I’ll get over it someday.”

The next day at work you were running on maybe four hours of sleep.

You barely noticed Leon approaching until his shadow fell across your desk.

When you looked up, there he was with two cups of coffee in his hands.

He slid one toward you, and you straightened in surprise, “Oh—thank you!” 

“Figured you’d need it, you’ve been here all day,” His voice was low and warm, a little rough around the edges like he was tired too.

Leon leaned forward, resting both elbows on your desk like he always did. The sleeves of his dark shirt were pushed up just slightly, revealing those familiar muscles you tried very hard not to stare at.

His hair was a little messy today, strands falling loosely across his forehead. There were faint shadows beneath his eyes that hinted he hadn’t slept much either, maybe he was working late, but somehow it only made him look better.

Your eyes were so dry they almost made the SpongeBob blinking sound, so you rubbed them. 

“Tired?” He asked, gaze flitting around your face. 

“Yeah…I was up all night finishing some reports after streaming.” You grin sheepishly. 

He nods, “Streaming huh?”

You blinked.

“Yeah—you know…like on Twitch. Playing games and talking to chat and stuff.”

Leon’s mouth twitched faintly as he raised his cup to take a sip, 

“I know what streaming is,” he clarified, eyes nearly piercing at you over the rim of his cup, like he was staring right into your soul. 

You shifted in your seat, “Oh.” 

“I’m not that old,” he added, voice softer this time. 

You laughed, “Sorry, I just figured it wasn’t your kind of thing.”

He shifted his weight slightly against your desk, one shoulder dipping as he leaned more comfortably into the conversation.

“You’d be surprised,” he continued. “I’ve actually seen a few of yours.”

You froze completely.

“…Huh?” You said stupidly. 

“Yeah.” Leon gave a small shrug like it was nothing, though the corner of his mouth and the glint in his eyes hinted he was enjoying your turmoil.

“I’m not really online myself, but Sherry said you had a big following…figured I’d take a look and see what you got up to after work.”

Your stomach dropped straight through the floor.

Damn Sherry. 

Whenever he talked with the two of you, she was always looking at you with that little smirk. Or worse, nudged you on the shoulder whenever he approached you guys and made up some lame excuse to leave you alone with him…you knew she could sense your fat crush on him from day one.  

“Oh.” Your brain was replaying every second of last night. “Okay.” You cleared your throat, trying to behave normally. 

Then you noticed him rub the side of his head absently, fingers brushing along his temple.

“I’m so sorry again about hitting your head the other day,” you blurted out. 

“What do you mean?” he blinked.

You stared, “When I hit your head with the water bottle?”

An amused huff left him, “I actually don’t remember much, I think I got a concussion. Been forgetting everything lately.”

You straightened immediately.

Wait, he actually got a concussion?…From a water bottle? So much for America's toughest agent. 

You shook your head, what were you thinking? 

So insensitive. 

“I’m so sorry,” you frown, a wave of guilt washing over you, “Is it like a short term memory loss kind of thing?”

Leon watched you for a moment, then a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You could call it that.”

You nodded slowly, completely serious.

His eyes softened slightly as he looked down at you. Then he pushed off the desk, standing up straight again, “Ah, forgot I’ve got a meeting to head to.”

“Good luck,” You say a little dejectedly, expecting him to walk away, but he leaned closer. 

You blinked, swallowing at his proximity. 

“You might have to remind me what happened later over dinner,” he crooned. 

What. 

“Over dinner?...”

“Over dinner,” He concluded, leaning away to slip his jacket on, “You know, since you ‘bonked’ my head so hard.” 

Your soul left your body.

“But—“ 

“I’ll pick you up at seven.” Leon winked and walked away, leaving you sitting there, face burning, realizing two horrifying things at once.

One.

He definitely watched your stream.

And two.

You were absolutely going to dinner with the dilf from work.

A few months later, things were different, but in a good way.

You had somehow survived the embarrassment of that stream and maiming Leon, the panic of realizing he heard about the stream, and the nerves that came along with that first dinner.

And now here you are, still streaming.

Except now there was a six foot government agent occasionally wandering through your apartment like it was the most normal thing in the world.

You were mid stream when your front door clicked open.

Your chat was already moving fast, colorful messages flying past your screen as you tried to focus. Behind you, you heard the quiet thud of footsteps and the rustle of a jacket being set down. You didn’t turn around right away since you were in the middle of a fight in your game, but you could hear him moving around the apartment, unhurried and quiet in that way he always was.

Your chat, unfortunately, noticed.

who just came in?

DOOR?

Is that a mannn???

You tried to ignore them, but a second later Leon stepped up beside your desk.

You caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye. His hair was a little messy like usual, the collar of his jacket slightly rumpled, and he looked tired the way he often did after work. 

He was holding a small paper bag. Without interrupting you, he quietly set a couple snacks down beside your keyboard. You looked up, giving him a soft grin as he crouched to give you a quick kiss. 

Your chat exploded again.

HELLO?????

wait guys whose that

SNACK DELIVERY???

IS THAT HIM

tHe WORK DILF…

You snickered under your breath.

Leon leaned a hip against the side of your desk, folding his arms loosely as he watched your screen for a second. 

His expression was calm, faintly amused for someone being examined by thousands.

When the chapter of the game ended with a cut scene, you leaned back in your chair with a relieved exhale. 

“Okay guys, relax,” you said, grabbing one of the snacks Leon brought.

You glanced sideways at him. 

He raised an eyebrow slightly, “Don’t be rude, Hon, aren’t you gonna introduce me?” 

You rolled your eyes.

“Chat this is the work dilf I told you guys about a few months ago.”

Leon let out a quiet chuckle at that, “The work what?”

He braced one hand on the back of your chair and leaned down further until his head appeared on the edge of the camera frame. He squinted slightly at the screen, trying to read the messages flying past. 

HELLO SIR

Yo is that Leon Kennedy??

HI LEON

easy white chocolate 

Your work dilf saved the presidents daughter? 

Easy there white chocolate

BE cool chat

they work for the dso it makes sense

His brow furrowed with genuine confusion. “Why are they calling me white chocolate?”

You shook your head as the chat spammed even more at the sound of his voice. 

ooo he’s real 

HIS VOICE

flash us

BEEKEEPING AGE 

Leon leaned a little closer to the monitor.

“…What’s beekeeping age?”

You dropped your head into your hands.

Leon glanced down at you, a small crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Should I be concerned?” he asked quietly.

You shook your head in defeat, “I don’t even know.” 

While your chat was having the time of their lives, Leon leaned one arm on the desk, settling in like he had officially joined the stream.

He scanned the chat slowly.

“Alright,” he murmured, “I’ll read some more.”

You winced,

“Maybe don’t—“

Too late.

HOW OLD ARE YOU

Leon huffed, “Old.”

Wait so what do you guys do for work?

Leon paused, “…We work for the government.”

ARE YOU ACTUALLY THE WORK CRUSH

Leon glanced sideways at you, eyes softening just a little, “I hope so.”

aww how did you fall in lovve??

“Well, I knew they were the one for me when I was clocked in the head with a bottle.”

You smacked his chest, “It wasn't on purpose!”

Your heart flipped a little when he grabbed your hand and placed a soft kiss on your palm.

He straightened up after a moment, grabbing a snack from the bag. “Well, this has been…enlightening.”

“Sure was,” you muttered under your breath. 

He glanced down at you, “You’ done embarrassing yourself online for the night?”

You huffed, “…No.”

Leon chuckled quietly, then ruffled your hair as he walked away.

You looked at the webcam like your chat was in timeout. “I hate all of you.”

Leon’s voice drifted from the kitchen.

“Be nice.”

Your viewers immediately sided with him of course.

You bit the side of his neck as you came, the sensation of him so deep inside you becoming too much, all that energy had to go somewhere. Crying out his name wasn’t enough, you had to get a little violent, too. 

Leon shuddered and you sucked on the exposed skin, kissing it better as a broken moan fell from his lips and he thrusted into you one last time, fingers digging into your hips.

“Oh fuck, your pussy is so perfect, Doctor.” 

You chuckled at the use of your title. “Thanks Agent Kennedy, I will ask Mariana to add that to my bio on the Meet the Team page.” 

"Tell her to add best ass of the DSO while she's at it." Leon panted, a hand slipping under you, grabbing a handful of said best ass. “What would you have her add to mine?” 

You snorted a laugh, trying to catch your breath. “Nothing, she’d be traumatised.”

Leon’s hand came back up and ghosted over the band of your bra. You tensed against him, tugging at his hair, scared that he might slip his fingers under the fabric and feel you up. 

He sighed. “You know, I’ve made you cum a few too many times for you to be wearing bras during sex, don’t you think?” 

“I’m insecure about my boobs, please don’t,” you whispered. 

“Come on, I’ve never seen a pair that wasn’t beautiful.” He pressed a kiss to your jawline. 

You shook your head. “You haven’t seen mine, trust me.” 

“Take it off.” He growled, rolling his hips into you and capturing your lower lip between his teeth. “I want to feel them.” 

“Leon, stop pushing. I mean it,” you whined, both at the sensation and out of anxiety.  

He sighed and loosened his grip. 

“We shouldn’t be hooking up anyway,” you murmured, shimmying out of his grasp. “You’re my patient, it’s really not a good look.” 

“Everyone in the DSO is your patient.” 

“Yes, but you’re the only one who’s seen me naked.” 

“Well, I haven’t. Not completely.” You shot him a pointed look and sat up on the edge of his bed. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean like that.” He ran a hand over his face. “It’s just, you’re perfect. I don’t know why you would ever be insecure about any part of your body. Especially in front of me.”

You scanned the floor for your dress. “I should go. I have to be up early tomorrow and you too, by the way. You’re due for a blood test at seven.” 

He grimaced. “I hate your fucking needles.”

“Don’t be such a baby. I’m always very gentle.” 

He took your hand and placed it on his crotch. Your breath hitched. 

“Not always.”

“Nice try.” You pulled your hand away and slipped your dress back on, stepping into your heels. “Thanks for dinner.”

You got up, looking at him still laying on the bed, muscular arms folded behind his head. Leon really was a sight to see. You had seen photos of him as a young agent and he was attractive then but you felt like he was the reason why the saying aging like fine wine was even invented.

“And thanks for eating me out like that. I had a nice time.” 

He raised an eyebrow at you, watching you shamelessly ogle him. “Oh really? Had you not said that, I would have never known.”

“See, I thought I made that very clear.” You bit your lip. You had absolutely made that clear when you had locked your legs around his head like a vice, ground your hips against his face and begged him to make you cum over and over again. 

The thing about Leon was, if asked politely and in the right way, he was always more than happy to oblige.

He clicked his tongue. “I don’t know. I feel like we need to circle back on that and take a revised approach.” 

You chuckled and cupped his cheek. He leaned into the touch ever so slightly. 

“I’ll see you at work tomorrow. Don’t be late.” 

He rolled his eyes. “I won’t be.” He pushed himself up off the bed, slipping on a pair of pants. “I’ll call you a cab.” 

You pressed a hand firmly into his chest, muscles hard under your touch. “Don’t worry about it, I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.” 

“I know you can,” he said, almost annoyed. “That’s not what I said.” 

Leon insisted and you had been working with him long enough to know he was too stubborn to be moved even an inch. He also insisted on walking you to the door and pulling you in for a goodbye kiss. 

Things like that had made you consider breaking off whatever ‘relationship’ you had with him. The things that moved this out of two-colleagues-screwing-each-other’s-brains-out-after-a-stressful-day-territory. You had thought about it plenty of times, only to be crawling back into his bed time and time again, even on your not so stressful days.

Starting to sleep with Leon had been a mistake in the first place. It really shouldn’t have been taken any further. What were you even trying to get out of this?

For all you knew at this time, he was terminally ill. It wasn't like this had a future. In fact it didn’t even have a present if you were being honest. 

It was just the medical director of the DSO and the highest ranking agent blowing off some steam when none of you had any time to actually date someone. Both of you were married to your job. And as a matter of fact, he was a part of your job. You were monitoring his condition as a survivor of the Raccoon City Incident.

The fancy dinners were only because you had no other way to spend all your money. There was no time. And when you were hungry you had to eat something. So why not do it with him?

And when you were hungry for something else, you had to sleep with someone. So why wouldn’t that be him, too? 

It was a matter of convenience really. For the both of you. 

Leon showed up late for his appointment with you the next morning. You resisted the urge to give him an earful, because how would you explain to your staff why especially Agent Kennedy got under your skin so easily. 

“Doctor, I think you should look at this.” Mariana, your assistant pulled back Leon’s collar and flinched. 

“What is it?” 

“Discoloration of the skin. Could be one of the first symptoms?”

Your blood ran cold and you rushed over to your assistant. How did you miss that? You had seen him in all his naked glory last night. 

You pulled back the collar, checking his neck and the dark spot forming there. You bit back a laugh. 

“Mariana, that’s a hickey.” 

Your assistant’s ears turned red instantly. 

Leon chuckled. 

“Seems like Agent Kennedy got lucky last night,” you murmured, preparing the syringe for his treatment.  

“Oh, so lucky, Doctor. You have no idea,” he said and a blush crept up your cheeks like you were in your early twenties still. You ignored the warm sensation between your legs at his raspy voice, too.  

Mariana shifted her weight from one leg to the other, obviously uncomfortable at the palpable tension in the room. 

“Please take the blood sample to the lab, Mariana. I’ll carry on here.” 

Mariana did as she was told and you walked over to Leon, pulling his chin up and pressing a searing kiss to his lips. 

“I thought you said we should focus on a professional relationship, Doctor?”

You shrugged. “I didn’t feel like it right now.” 

That was enough of an invitation for Leon. His hands slipped under the hem of your lab coat and his tongue brushed up against your lips, asking for entry. 

Right as his tongue collided with yours and his fingers splayed across your hips, you got out the syringe and rammed it into his neck. He winced. 

“You asshole.” 

“When they hate needles, you have to distract them,” you said, slipped out of his grasp and began documenting the details of his treatment and physical condition on your computer.  

“Can I see you tonight? I miss you.” 

By you, he meant your vagina. 

You looked at him over your shoulder. “Okay. I’ll come over after work.” 

“No, let me take you to dinner.”

You sighed, scrolling down through his older blood tests. “You took me to dinner yesterday. And the day before.” 

“So? Do you not eat dinner every night? Most people do. I'll come pick you up at eight.” 

Mariana stepped back into the room and you tensed ever so slightly, hoping she hadn’t overheard the last bit. 

“Alright, Agent Kennedy, I’ll put that in both of our calendars then.” 

With the sheer frequency of Leon taking you out to fancy places, you were starting to run out of things to wear. Especially because most of the time your clothes got ruined at the end of the night one way or another. They were all at the dry cleaners or needed a mend.

Sex with Leon was messy. So good, but oh so messy. 

While going through your wardrobe, the only dress you had left was one you hadn’t worn in about ten years and you knew exactly why. It was low cut in the front, not really allowing for a bra. You would have a hard time hiding the size difference of your breasts in that. People had told you over and over it looked fine, but it didn’t feel fine to you, that was the thing. You felt like they were only saying that to make you feel better.

But you couldn't go naked—well at least not at the beginning of the night. So you decided to stop being a wuss and try it on for size. Maybe you didn't even fit into it anymore.

To your horror, it zipped up perfectly in the back, hugging your curves in all the right places.

You checked yourself in the mirror. As long as you didn't make any sudden movements, it should be fine. The dress was black, the restaurant would be dimly lit, nobody should be staring at your tits anyway.

Well, nobody except one person. You could imagine someone who most certainly would. Said someone also being the one you were most afraid of doing so.

Before you had any more time to ruminate on it, the doorbell rang and you knew that was Leon, ready to pick you up.

You let out a breathy 'fuck' and slipped into a pair of heels on the way to the door, opening it.

Leon looked absolutely delicious: face stern, tight black button up shirt, spanning over his biceps—that man should be illegal.

"You look great," he rasped into your ear as he pulled you in for a kiss to your temple.

"Thank you," you whispered, resisting the urge to adjust your cleavage immediately.

Said cleavage catching a certain agent's eye. "It's a really nice dress."

"Is it?" you asked, nervously. "Maybe I should change into something else, I don't know."

"Why are you nervous? You're never nervous, Doctor." He ran his lips along your cheekbone and you shuddered.

"Sit on the couch, I'll just get changed quickly," you scrambled, squeezing your eyes shut.

Leon sat down on the couch. But he pulled you with him, straight onto his lap. "I'll help you," he murmured, fingers already slipping under the straps on each of your shoulders.

“No,” you stopped him. “Don’t take it off.”

He groaned in annoyance. "What is it with you not wanting me to see you? I promise you, there's nothing I haven't seen. Do you not trust me?” 

Your face became cold. “Leon, we’re fucking. I don’t have to trust you beyond that.” 

“We’re not fucking. I mean, we are but it’s not like that for me," he whispered, staring at you intently.  

You took a deep breath, looking down at him and his jaw working. It was ridiculous. You were a doctor. All you did all day was tell people to love their bodies even though they had gone through all kinds of physical traumas. Leon especially was basically covered in scars from the gnarliest injuries, most of them you had treated yourself, stitched him back together by hand.

But yours was different. Yours was from failure and weakness. It was a reminder of what you had lost: years of your life to all kinds of therapy, months of those to chemo, during which your fiancé had left you, too.

All of it sucking the life out of you slowly, during a time you should have been in your prime.

Everyone else around you was hitting their milestones, living fulfilling lives with their partners, starting families, getting great jobs right out of Medical School. All while you had to stop working at the hospital you loved so much, because you had become a sick patient yourself instead of the leading doctor in your field.

You simply didn’t manage to love your scar, own it, be proud of it. It felt like it disfigured you, made you undesirable.  But maybe, if you showed it to Leon, that would finally push him away enough to stop with all the dinner invitations and touchy feely bullshit.

You sighed and slipped the dress over your head, revealing your chest. 

“I had a partial mastectomy." You gnawed on your lower lip, not daring to meet Leon’s gaze. "I was diagnosed with breast cancer on my thirtieth birthday, so instead of a big party, I got an oncologist appointment instead.” 

Silence fell between you two.

“That’s what you were so scared of me seeing?” Leon asked.

You finally met his unwavering gaze. 

“Yes, Leon. Half of my tit is missing and there's a huge scar running all along here," you traced the upper part of your breast with your finger. "In case you haven't noticed.”

“Oh, I can see that, I’m not blind.” Your heart sank. This was the moment. The big turn-off. But that would set you free, right? No longer hooking up with one of your patients. It was for the better anyway. You braced yourself for the inevitable excuse he would come up with to leave.

“Were they able to get rid of it all?” he asked instead.

You blinked. “They caught it early and were able to remove all the cancerous tissue, yes."

"And the treatment went okay and you're all healed now?"

"I got the all clear five years ago,” you murmured, watching his reaction still.  

Leon stretched out his hand, running a gentle finger over the scar tissue, tracing it, eyes glazing over as he felt the sharp contrast between textures of skin. His other hand came up to cup your other, much bigger breast, mesmerised, pushing them both up, squeezing them.

“Good. Because if one of us gets to live past fifty, it should be you.” 

He sat up straighter and pressed his face into your chest, slipping one of your nipples into his mouth.

You gasped. 

“Wait, do you just not care?” 

“Oh, I care,” he mumbled, eyes still glued to your tits, like he was some kind of school boy who had just gotten what he wanted. "There's stretch marks on the sides, too," he groaned, licking along the swell of them.

"Uh, yeah," you murmured, not quite able to grasp his reaction.

"Tits too good to be contained by skin," he rasped pressing a hot, open mouthed kiss to your other breast, the bigger one. He really did not give a fuck.

"You have them on your hips and ass, too. Did you know that?" he said. "The stretch marks, I mean."

"Yes, Leon, I did know that. It's my body, I've been living in it for over forty years." Hearing yourself say that, you felt like the most stupid person of all time.

"Just making sure you know how hot you are, Doctor." He gripped your hips, fingers digging into your love handles, pulling you deeper into his lap. "I feel like we should eat appetisers at home, what do you think?" He rubbed his half-hard cock against you and you moaned softly.

"But didn't you make reservations?" You gasped, when he pulled your panties to the side, gliding a finger over you.

"Fuck the reservations," he murmured, lips pressed against your breast again.

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Leon loves to just stay in for dates because he’s always gone and out in public or something. He just wants some one on one time with you and to enjoy whatever you both get up to. Don’t get him wrong he will take you out on dates but sometimes he just wants to be close to you and hearing your heart beat after work.

Also he loves going out on late night drives or random road trips to somewhere. Doesn’t matter what’s the destination he just wants to have you with him. Hiss favorite road trips are the ones to the middle of nowhere where with a beautiful view that you can both look at.

Leon’s kisses vary as he gets older. Rookie Leon is all for sweet and chaste kisses. They linger on your mouth and make you feel all giddy. Re4 Leon kisses like it’s his last time and it’s long lasting and definitely memorable. Re6 hes a bit sloppy and slow but gosh he makes it feel so hot and all encompassing. Vendetta Leon is slow and desperate he wants to hold onto you forever but feels undeserving. Re9 Leon mixes in his younger years of kissing with his older years. His kisses are different every time but they all make you want more and more of his lips smothering yours.

Got a bit carried away on the kissing maybe idk. Imma need you to get off that computer call and kiss me on my hot mouth I’m feeling romantical.

whenever leon was in town between missions or government assignments, he'd always show up with a six-pack of beer or a bottle of decent bourbon, settling into the comfort of the living room couch as they talked. it was endearing to watch, seeing them laugh loudly about old stories from their past, or just sitting in a comfortable silence watching whatever game was on.

you'd grown up watching leon from the sidelines. as a kid, he was like a cool uncle who'd sneak you cookies sometimes when your dad wasn't looking. it was innocent. but somewhere between high school and college, that admiration shifted into something akin to attraction.

leon was pushing fifty now, but as time moved on it seemed as if he could only get more attractive. broad shoulders, killer jawline, huge, bulging biceps that you itched to sink your teeth into. and his eyes— those sharp, piercing blue eyes that seemed to notice everything. it all lingered in the back of your mind at night when your body begged for sleep.

conveniently enough, after you wrapped up your finals for the spring semester, you asked your dad if you could come home for summer break. he was ecstatic, of course. he was always over the moon to see his baby girl he'd watched grow into a competent young woman. so when you called and told him you wanted to stay for the summer, he was more than willing to accommodate you. while you were also excited to see him and finally relax from the stress of being a college student, you'd be lying if you said leon wasn't part of the reason you packed your bags so quickly.

as such, it came to no surprise whenever he'd just be downstairs whenever you came down from your bedroom. leon would show up often to share a drink with him, watch some random game on the television, or simply just talk. oftentimes when leon visited, you'd find yourself lingering in the kitchen longer than needed, purposefully slowing your movements to just admire him while he talked to your dad about whatever.

and that was precisely what you were doing right now. you weren't paying attention to any of the words leaving his mouth. you were too busy salivating over the way his biceps clung to his too-tight compression shirt as he raised his glass to take a short sip of the bourbon he'd poured.

despite leon being much, much older than you, you couldn't help but fantasize about him in a way that'd make even the devil himself blush. you knew it was wrong. forbidden, even, but the pull you felt towards this man was unlike any other. no charming frat guy or random on campus your age could make you feel the way you felt about leon. he was off-limits, but perhaps that was precisely one of the reasons why you felt so drawn to him.

"what are you lookin' at, honey?" your dad suddenly asks, and your hand stills, tightly gripping the spoon you'd been using to mindlessly stir the parfait you'd adorned with blueberries shortly before. you shift your gaze to him, hands clammy as you come up with an excuse for your shameless staring. he was seated next to leon at the island, offering you an amused smile as he watched you set the spoon down on the counter.

"uh... nothing, dad. just a little tired." you fib, wiping your hands on the hem of your tank top, hoping neither man would notice the slight tremor in your fingers. your dad let out a hearty chuckle, completely oblivious to the true reason why your gaze had been locked onto the man next to him.

"just tired, huh?" your dad teases, shaking his head with fond exasperation. "college kickin' your ass that bad?" he jokes, reaching over the counter to steal a blueberry from the edge of the parfait you'd been preparing (a late-night snack you claimed you wanted), popping it into his mouth without a care in the world. "maybe you're just getting old like us." he says, nudging leon's arm with his elbow while winking at you playfully.

leon didn't laugh right away, instead his piercing eyes shift from his glass of bourbon to settle on you. the look he gave you was brief, but it left an impression so profound that it made your breath hitch ever so slightly. god, the effect he had on you was ridiculous. his jaw flexed once, the sharp line it catching the warmth of the overhead light fixture as his lip curled up into an amused smirk.

"yeah. college can do that to you, kid." he says, a low chuckle leaving his throat, "but some things age you even faster." he admits, the comment was wrapped in humor, the kind of dry, self-depreciating joke that fit right in with their usual banter. you stifle a laugh, biting the inside of your cheek as you smile down at your parfait that was beginning to turn into room-temperature slop.

your dad's laugh fills the kitchen again, easy and warm as he reached over and snatched yet another blueberry. "listen to this guy," he says, shaking his head as he pops it into his mouth, "talking like he's ancient. you're not that old, leon. hell, you've still got more hair than me." he says, and you can't help the fond smile that breaks out on your face from his ridiculousness. he was definitely drunk.

"you want me to make you one or something?" you ask, giving him an annoyed look that was more teasing, if anything. "maybe it'll help you sober up, you drunkard." you giggle, shaking your head as you take in his expression. your dad waves you off with a dramatic groan, nearly knocking over his own glass.

"nahh, i'm good. bourbon's doing just fine. besides, if i eat any more of that fancy yogurt crap, i'll probably be up all night." he slurs, pushing back from the island, swaying a little as he stood.

"i'm gonna take this to the couch. you two kids behave in here, alright? don't let leon talk to you into any more mission stories. they get longer when he's had a few." he says, landing a firm clap on leon's shoulder as he passed, the brotherly gesture making your heart pang with a twinge of guilt.

"right, man? keep an eye on her." he says, turning on his heel and making his way to the couch. he finally settles down with a loud thump, grunting as he makes himself comfortable.

leon lets out a low, easy chuckle and shakes his head, "will do." he says, turning his attention back to you as he takes a small sip of his bourbon, the muscles in his thick biceps flexing visibly under the tight compression shirt. the kitchen fell into a heavy, charged silence the second he left. setting the glass down, his eyes meet yours and you think you might just explode.

you offer him a shy smile, shaking your head slightly and looking down at your untouched parfait. the blueish-purple pigment from the blueberries bled into the white, milky substance it sat upon, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. your pulse was hammering too hard in your ears to even think about it. leon clears his throat, and your attention turns to him again, meeting his eyes once more.

"so, how's college treating you?" he asks, a brow raised in question as he waits for your response. the simple question lingered in the air longer than it should have as you gather your thoughts.

you clear your throat, hand settling on the counter casually as you trace random shapes into the granite. "yeah, um. pretty good, not much going on. just… doing my best." you say, the words sounding a little rushed as you laugh awkwardly. leon hums, nodding as he takes in your words. he shifts a bit, resting his forearm on the counter while twirling his glass absentmindedly.

"yeah... you've always been good at that," he compliments, offering you a small smile as he stares at you intently. the moment feels oddly intimate, the way he was looking at you, the way you were looking at him— it was almost as if you were both aware of something but neither of you dared to speak up about it.

he pauses, the hum of the refrigerator and your dad already snoring on the couch the only sound breaking through the heavy silence. leon's gaze was steady, unwavering as he watched you, watched the way your hands stilled from tracing random shapes into the countertop, the way your breathing turned a little bit more rapid.

after a while, the leon finally exhaled through his nose, the sound rough. "gonna be a long summer," he murmured, exasperated, almost to himself. your brows pull together in confusion, watching as he downs the rest of his bourbon before setting it back down with a quiet clink. you opened your mouth to question him, but when he starts to move towards you, the inquiry stays trapped in your throat.

he rounded the counter in slow, deliberate steps, his tall, brooding form cutting through the small space until there was barely an arm's length left. you let out a shaky breath, eyes staring up at his focused ones as he peers down at you with an unreadable expression. he stopped just short of touching you, one large hand bracing against the cool surface of the granite beside you, caging you in without quite doing so. leon's gaze dropped to your lips for a brief second before lifting again, gaze darker than before. the restraint in his expression earlier was beginning to fray, and it was nearly impossible to pull your gaze away from him now.

"you were about to ask me something?" he says, more a statement than a question. his voice was barely above a whisper as he eyes your form which trembled slightly at the timbre in his voice. "go on. ask me, then." he prompts, and you freeze up on the spot, stuttering a bit as you struggle to maintain your composure. he was so fucking hot, you could barely contain yourself. when you stayed silent, he let out another slow exhale, the sound rough and frustrated, like he was fighting a battle he was tired of losing.

"i meant what i said," he continued, stepping a bit closer to your frame as his voice deepens. "this summer's gonna feel real long if we keep doing this little dance." he says, breath fanning over your temple carrying the faint bite of bourbon as your eyes widen. surely, surely he hadn't noticed your glances, right? it was almost too embarrassing to think about. maybe it was the bourbon talking, you think, almost trying to convince yourself.

"what... what are you talking about?" you sputter, eyes darting around as you panic slightly. he couldn't possibly mean... no. there's no way in hell he knew you'd touched yourself to the thought of him at night, imagining his large biceps choking you out while his hands explored your body. the thought makes your cheeks burn in embarrassment, suddenly feeling hot under his unrelenting gaze.

"you know exactly what i'm talking about." he cuts in, voice rough and frayed around the edges as he stares down at you. "you're a smart girl. too smart to be pretending like you're clueless." he says, and the harsh raspiness in his voice is near sinful as the thoughts you'd been having about him for years begin to rush back to the forefront of your mind.

your breath hitches, eyes finally meeting his as you take in his expression. he's clearly holding himself back for you, giving you enough room to push him away if you wanted. but he's right, you can't deny the way your stomach lurches as all the filthy, shameful fantasies you'd had about him begin to flood your thoughts as you stared at him in shock. and now he was standing right here in your dad’s kitchen, close enough that you could feel the heat of his body, smell the bourbon on his breath, see the faint sheen of sweat at the base of his throat.

leon’s gaze searched your face, reading every flicker of emotion. when you didn’t immediately deny it, something in his expression shifted— the restraint cracking just a little more. he leaned in slowly, forehead nearly resting against yours, his voice dropping to a low, sinful whisper that sent heat pooling low in your belly.

"you've been thinking about it, haven't you?" he whispered, the words slow and sinful, each one dragging across your skin like rough silk. your breath hitches, eyes widening as you realize he probably knew everything. you were mortified. "thinking about the way i'd touch you," he says, hand reaching out to tilt your chin up so you were forced to look right up at him. "the way i'd ruin you for any other guy your age..." a low, breathy exhale leaves your lips at his brazenness, lips parted in awe as you let him touch you. his thumb travelled along your jaw, the calloused pad tracing along the bone until it reaches your lower lip.

"i'd take my time with you," he starts, voice dropping even lower as he pulls his thumb down, flicking your bottom lip before it settles back in place. "start slow. get you used to how a man like me takes care of a pretty thing like you." he says, and you have to bite back a whimper at how hot the situation is. it's worlds better than you could have ever imagined. his hands pause for a second before moving lower, running his fingers down your neck and ghosting over your collarbone. the touch was feather-light, but it left a trail of heat in its wake, making your skin prickle with anticipation.

his gaze followed the path of his hand, dark blue eyes raking openly over your flushed chest, the thin straps of your tank top, and the way your breasts rose and fell with your quickened breathing. he paused there for a moment, fingers hovering just above the swell of your chest, as if giving you one last chance to stop him. "do you want that?" he asks, his eyes flickering up to your flushed face. "want me to show you how good it feels when someone who knows what he's doing puts his hands on you?"

you bite down hard on your lower lip to keep the whimper from escaping, hands sweaty as they twitch at your sides. the situation was overwhelming in the best possible way— far hotter than any late-night fantasy you’d ever allowed yourself. leon kennedy, your dad’s best friend, the man you’d secretly wanted for years, was standing in your father’s kitchen with his body pressed close to yours, his large hands exploring your skin while your dad snored obliviously in the next room. it was so sinful, but in the best fucking way possible.

"god, yes." you breathed, eyes glassy with pure need. "i can't fucking take this anymore..." you admit, eyes staring into his eyes needily, the last of your resolve shattering as you breathe heavily. his hands twitch on your chest, eyes hungrily piercing into yours as he takes in your heated confession. he inhales deeply, eyes closing briefly before his other hand slides up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place while his mouth crashes down onto yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

he kissed you like a man starved, the hand resting on your chest clamping down around the swell of your breast as he pushes you into the counter with his larger body. you gasp sharply, hands scrambling for purchase on the counter behind you as he licks into your mouth with his tongue. the bitter taste of bourbon lingered as he devoured you, groaning softly into the kiss as when you whimpered against him. his body presses you harder into the counter, the thick, heavy line of his cock grinding insistently against your stomach through your jeans.

your brows pull together, hips shifting slightly higher as you ground yourself against his thick cock. he groans, pulling back from your mouth once he feels your core pressed up against his. "fuck, don't do that, baby." he grunts, hands sliding down from your chest and neck to grip your hips to halt your movements.

you raise a brow at him, hand moving to run down his veiny arm that bulges from your touch. "do what? thought you said we should stop this little dance, leon." you smirk, fingers reaching up to finally squeeze at his bicep you'd been dying to touch for years. it's meaty under your grip, and you have to bite your lip to stop from moaning at how satisfying it feels. leon huffs, clearly torn as you stare with so much desire in your gaze that it makes him want to take you right over this counter.

"fuck, you’re gonna kill me," he mutters, voice gravel-rough and barely above a whisper. his free hand comes up, large and calloused, wrapping around your wrist— not pulling you away, but holding you there, like he can’t decide if he wants to stop you or make sure you never let go. his thumb strokes once over your pulse point, right where your heartbeat is hammering wildly.

he leans in closer, so close you can feel the heat rolling off his body, the faint scent of gun oil and something darker, warmer, clinging to his skin. those blue eyes drop to your mouth for a beat too long before flicking back up, dark with warning and want.

"i did say we should stop," he admits, the words dragged out like they physically pain him. his grip on your wrist tightens just enough to make you feel it. "your dad’s twenty feet away, snoring on the couch. one wrong sound and this ends with me getting shot and you grounded till you’re forty." he knows one of you has to be rational, and as much as he wants to bend you over and have you screaming, that would be much less than ideal with your dad asleep in the living room.

"but you keep looking at me like that..." he starts, lips brushing the shell of your ear, "like you want me to bend you over this counter and fuck you until you can't walk straight. like you want me to fucking ruin you for—" he cuts himself off with a sharp exhale, forehead dropping to rest against yours for just a second, eyes squeezed shut like he’s praying for strength he doesn’t have.

"and what if i do... want you to ruin me?" you ask, eyes staring up at him pleadingly as you feel him tense against your body. his eyes shoot open, pupils wide and dangerous as he looks down at you, a low groan leaving his throat as he chuckles lowly. he was done, fucking done denying himself of you, no matter how wrong or taboo it was.

"jesus christ," he breathes, the words a half-prayer, half-surrender as he pulls back from your forehead to rake over your form. he pauses for a moment, as if he was considering every filthy thing he'd wanted to do to you tonight. "you want me to ruin you?" he asks, hands sliding back up your body and under the thin material of your shirt. "then you better be fuckin' quiet, sweetheart." he adds, hands cupping your bare breasts through your tank, and it takes everything in you to not moan.

you stare into his eyes while he fondles your breasts, hands gripping the counter behind you for purchase when his thumbs pass over your nipples. leon's breath is heavy, his eyes drinking in every reaction from you as you try to keep quiet. his right hand moves to shove your shirt above your chest, the fabric pooling near your collarbones as his stare burns into you.

"fuck, you've got such pretty tits," he confesses breathily, his large, rough hands switching from groping the soft flesh to take your pebbled nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the buds between his fingers deliciously. you moan softly, eyebrows pulling together in pleasure from how good it feels. "be quiet. don't make me shut you up myself." he warns, tugging on your sensitive nipples, rolling and pinching them with just enough roughness to make your thighs tremble. the sharp sting of pleasure shoots straight down to your clit, making you clench around nothing.

when another tiny sound threatens to escape, he moves fast. one large hand leaves your breast only to clamp firmly over your mouth, palm sealing tight against your lips, muffling any noise before it can form. his other hand stays on your chest, still tormenting your nipple, twisting it slowly while he watches your eyes widen above his palm. "shhh," he hushes, voice velvety as he fondles you. "that's better. can't have you waking daddy while i play with his baby girl's pretty tits, can we?" he drawls, and your thighs press together at the riskiness of the situation. god, it was so wrong, but it felt way too fucking good for you to stop.

you nod slowly, hands gripping the counter behind you in a death-grip as you attempt to calm yourself down. he hums quietly, lowering his hand from your mouth and sliding down your hips. his other hand follows soon after, resting on your hips briefly before moving. his hands tug at the waistband of your shorts, hands pausing for a second before looking up at you for approval. you nod eagerly, and he quickly rids you of your flimsy shorts.

you're left in your panties and tank (which had been roughly pushed up by him) as you step out of your shorts and kick them to the side. there's a tiny wet spot on the front of your panties, and leon's jaw jumps at the sight.

"fuck me..." he breathes, the words rough and reverent all at once. he steps closer to you, right hand settling on your hip while his other rests on the counter behind your back. his hand on your hip dips lower, his touch making your skin tingle as he runs his fingers down your abdomen. he moves a little lower, fingers gently grazing your lower stomach, and you shiver at the touch. he pauses for a second, fingers skimming the delicate lace of your underwear before finally dipping under the wet fabric.

his fingers slide into your underwear with ease, middle finger brushing against your pulsating clit before moving lower to feel your wetness. you bite your lip, closing your eyes briefly to focus on not making any noise. leon exhales deep, his breath catching in his throat as his fingers glide through your folds. "jesus... you're fucking drenched," he groans under his breath, the words barely audible. his fingers drag through your wetness again, collecting the slick on his fingers before ghosting over your throbbing clit again. "this how badly you wanted me to ruin you? huh? bet no guys your age could ever get close to getting you this fucking soaked."

a moan threatens to spill from your lips at his filthy words, but you swallow it down. your pussy clenches from his touch, threatening to pull his fingers inside as you let out a shaky exhale. he circles your clit with the pad of his middle finger, slow, agonizing circles that make your hips buck against his hand. he dips them lower again, finally pushing two thick fingers inside you in one deep stroke. you accommodate them enthusiastically, pussy clenching around the digits as he curls them upwards.

"tight little thing, aren't you?" he says, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he watches his fingers disappear into your cunt under your panties. his eyes take you in, the way your chest heaves up and down under his ministrations, the way your nipples tighten from the cool air in the kitchen... it was almost unreal. his thumb stretches upward to rub tiny circles into your clit, the bud pulsing painfully as his fingers set a steady pace inside you.

you suck in a breath, head turning to the side to bury your face into his chest while your right hand grasps onto his shoulder for purchase. leon hums lowly, cock straining against his pants as he feels you tremble against him. he can feel every pulse of your clit, every flutter of your tight walls around his fingers and it's driving him insane.

"fucking hell," he whispers, the strain in his voice thick and raw as his cock twitches against the front of his jeans. "can only imagine how fucking tight you're gonna be when you cum on my cock. shit, you're gonna kill me, baby." he groans, thumb pressing harder against your clit as he fucks his fingers impossibly deeper into your leaking hole. your slick is practically coating his hand, but he doesn't fucking care. all he's focused on is making you cream around his fingers for the first time.

his fingers speed up drastically, and you have to bite your lip to control your moans. your nails are practically digging into his shoulder, tears pricking at your eyes as you feel a pit begin to form in your stomach. he curls his fingers in deep, delicious thrusts that hit that perfect spot over and over, thumb rubbing firm, steady circles on your swollen clit. he angles his wrist just right, fucking you a little harder, a little faster, pushing you right up to the edge of your orgasm.

leon's free hand wraps around your shoulder, pulling you against his solid chest so you can muffle every shaky breath and broken whimper into his shirt. his lips brush the top of your head, then drop down close to your ear, "you gonna cum?" he asks softly, pressing a short kiss to your temple. you nod against his chest, legs shaky as he digs his thumb into your sensitive clit.

leon feels your frantic little nod against his chest and the way your pussy suddenly clamps down hard around his thick fingers, and it rips a low, guttural sound from deep in his throat. "yeah?" he breathes, voice strained and dark right against your ear. "gonna cum right here on my hand while your dad's in the next room asleep?" he whispers, and your eyebrows pull together from how filthy it all sounds.

his fingers don’t slow down— they fuck you harder, faster, curling relentlessly against that spongy spot with every thrust while his thumb grinds down firmly on your swollen clit, rubbing tight, merciless circles. "go on then," he whispers, coercing you to finally fall apart on his fingers. "show me how fucking good it feels." he says, fucking his fingers deeper into your twitching cunt.

your pussy clenches harder around him, harsh, ragged breaths leaving your lips as you finally cum on his fingers. your legs nearly give out as your orgasm rakes over you explosively, walls clamping down on his fingers violently while your clit throbs under his thumb. you press your face into his chest deeper, a tiny, quiet moan leaving your lips as you writhe in his hold. leon rubs small, barely there circles into your clit to drag your orgasm out as long as possible, watching in delight as you breathe hard into his chest.

"fuck, that's right," he whispers, slowing his pace down a bit as you twitch from the overstimulation creeping up on you. "good fucking girl... only i can make this tight little pussy cum this hard, huh?" he says, hand coming up to smooth over your hair, letting you tremble and ride your intense orgasm out while your muffled whimpers disappear into his shirt. only when your thighs begin to close in on his hand does he finally ease his fingers out of your wet cunt, patting your pussy softly before slipping them out of your panties.

your breath is hot as you pant into his shirt, trying to catch your breath from the intense orgasm he just gave you. you slowly move from his chest, hand gripping his shoulder tighter for support as you look into his eyes. leon’s eyes darken even more as he pulls back enough to look at your face— you're wrecked, lips swollen from biting them so hard, eyes dazed with faint tear streaks visible on your cheeks. he can't help the way his cock twitches in his pants upon knowing you were crying from how good it felt. it did something to him, made him carnal, hungry, desperate with the need to fucking ruin you.

"fuck," he grunts, thumb coming up to caress your cheek, looking into your eyes with a new, primal hunger stirring within him. "you have no idea what this does to me, baby." he confesses, fingers pressing against your lips as he shoves his cum-slicked fingers into your wet mouth. you eagerly take them, glossy eyes looking up at him as you suck on his fingers.

"that's right..." leon’s voice drops into something even darker, rougher, as he watches you suck so eagerly on his cum-slicked fingers. "such a dirty fucking girl, letting an old man like me have my way with you." he pushes his fingers a little deeper, pressing down on your tongue, reveling in the way you swirl your tongue and suck his fingers like you’re starving for it. his cock twitches painfully in his jeans at the obscene sight. you were addictive, like his own personal brand of heroin that he couldn't stop reaching for.

"god, i'm gonna fucking ruin you." he vows, removing his fingers from your mouth slowly with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting them to your swollen lips for a moment before it breaks. you stare up at him eagerly, biting your lip as your eyes travel down to the obvious erection straining in his pants. you reach down, hand gripping his thick cock through his jeans as you palm him. he lurches forward a bit, hand reaching out to rest on the counter beside you, caging you in.

"you're so big, leon. gonna feel so good inside me..." you whisper, eyes darting up to his face as you take in his tense expression. his jaw was tight, teeth grinding with every teasing little squeeze to his cock, hands gripping the counter so hard his knuckles turned white.

"fuck," he hisses through gritted teeth, jaw clenched so hard the muscle jumps. his eyes squeeze shut for a second, fighting for control, before they snap back open. his stare was dark and primal as his eyes pierced into yours, unrelenting. "greedy little slut," he grunts, voice dangerously low as he continues, "talking like that while your dad's asleep in the other room... you really are fucking filthy, aren't you?" he degrades, and a part of you thinks you should feel offended, but you aren't. it was all too hot, all too intense for you to try and think rationally right now.

he leans in closer, forehead nearly touching yours, his hot breath fanning across your lips as you continue to palm him. you can feel how hard he is— thick, heavy, throbbing under your touch, the heat of him burning through the denim. he reaches down and grabs your wrist, stopping your teasing strokes, but he doesn’t pull your hand away. instead, he presses your palm firmer against his erection, grinding into your touch once with a quiet, frustrated sound.

"this what you fucking want?" he grits out, leaning in so close his lips brush against yours as he speaks. "want to feel how big i am? how deep i can stretch that tight little pussy?" he whispers roughly, and your lips part slightly at how filthy he's being. this was a hundred times better than any little fantasy you'd had of him in the quiet of your bedroom. leon’s eyes are nearly black now, pupils blown wide as the last threads of control begin to fray as he stares down at your parted lips and flushed face.

you could hardly believe this was real. the way he talked to you was so incredibly dirty that it made your clit throb against the fabric of your ruined panties. you breathe shakily as you gather the courage to speak, "yes, i... want you to ruin me... for anyone else." you confess, eyebrows pulling together as your glossy eyes stare pleadingly into his sharp ones. "please, leon, need your cock so bad," you whimper, hand gripping him tighter through the rough fabric. he curses sharply under his breath, a large hand grasping at your wrist to halt your ministrations.

"fuck, baby," he whispers, sucking in a sharp breath at your heated confession. he leans closer, voice dripping with lust as his lips graze the shell of your ear. "yeah? want me to wreck that sweet little pussy so good you'll forget anyone else ever existed?" he purrs, mouthing at the sensitive spot beneath your ear, breath hot and heavy against your skin. you nod feverishly, the pure filth of his words affecting you more than you'd like to admit.

he chuckles darkly against your neck, the low vibration sending shivers straight down your spine as his lips brush over that sensitive spot again, teasing with just the edge of his teeth. he finally pulls back, hands sliding down to his hips to tug at his belt. "you'll get that, baby," he whispers, unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down impatiently. "i'll give you every fuckin' inch 'til that sweet little cunt's ruined for good." he says, shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself.

his thick, veined cock springs free, heavy and rock-hard, the flushed head already leaking precum. he's intimidatingly big— long, girthy, curving slightly upward in a way that threatens to hit every sensitive spot inside you. he wraps one large hand around the base and strokes himself once, slowly, letting you see exactly what you've been aching for all these years. you might just pass away from how big he is alone, mouth agape as you ogle his length, breath getting caught in your throat as you struggle to compute how that was going to fit inside you.

he catches the way your eyes widen in stunned silence as he strokes himself, chest swelling with pride as he lets out a breathy chuckle at your expression. "oh, baby," he starts, voice lowering to a sultry drawl. "nobody your age been this big before, huh?" he questions mockingly, hand on his cock stilling as he reaches out to you, gripping your jaw tightly with his large hand.

his thumb presses into your bottom lip, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to keep staring into his sharp, hungry eyes while he drinks in every bit of your fucked-out expression. "don't worry," he mumbles, reveling in the way your lip quivers ever so slightly. "i'll make sure you take every inch." he purrs, releasing your jaw slowly, fingers trailing down your neck and over your collarbone before sliding possessively along your hip.

he steps a little closer, foot wedging between your bare legs to spread your thighs, the heat of his body pressing against you as his deft hands trail lower. his fingers hook into the waistband of your soaked panties, and he tugs them down your legs impatiently. the drenched fabric peels away from your slick, puffy folds with a wet sound that makes his eyes darken even more. you step out of them once they reach your feet, kicking the ruined scrap of fabric next to your abandoned shorts he discarded earlier.

his gaze drops to your now completely exposed cunt, glistening and swollen, practically weeping for him. a low, appreciative groan rumbles deep in his chest, vibrating through the space between you as he takes in every shiny, puffy inch of your dripping pussy. "fuckin' beauty," he says, admiring your soaked cunt that flutters around nothing as he spreads you open with his fingers. "so fucking pretty, baby... this little cunt was made just for me, huh?" he teases, thick fingers dragging slowly, deliberately through your drenched folds, parting them with a wet, obscene glide that makes your hips twitch.

the slick sounds are louder than you'd like in the quiet room as he circles your swollen clit once before dipping lower to tease your entrance, pressing just the tip of one finger inside you only to pull back and spread your arousal everywhere. "greedy girl," he whispers, the words hot against the nape of your neck before he pulls back, his breath sending shivers racing down your spine. he nips at the sensitive skin there before pulling back just enough to look down between your bodies again.

his hand sneaks under your thigh, strong hands hooking it up and over his hip, opening you up to him as he steps in closer. you grip the counter behind you for balance, the leg that was planted on the floor already wobbly from your previous orgasm. the blunt, leaking head of his thick cock presses right against your slick entrance, your walls immediately fluttering from just the ghost of his tip nudging at your folds. he grunts quietly at your neediness, hand on your thigh gripping the supple flesh tighter.

"listen to me," he starts, voice dropping into that dangerous tone that sends a shiver racing down your spine. "i'm only gonna say this once, baby." he reinforces, free hand gripping the base of his cock to line himself up with your dripping hole. "the louder you are," he warns, each syllable slow and deliberate, laced with dark promise, "the rougher i get." your breath hitches at the threat, hands trembling as you gulp thickly. you nod, exhaling shakily as you condition yourself in your mind to be quiet.

he presses the blunt, swollen tip right against your dripping hole, rubbing it up and down through your slick in lazy, torturous strokes, coating himself in your wetness and letting you feel the heavy weight and heat of him right there. the fat head nudges and slides over your swollen clit, then drags back down to kiss your tight hole again and again, spreading your arousal everywhere until his entire length is shiny and slick with you. every slow pass makes your thigh tremble against his grip, letting out a quiet, impatient whine at his teasing.

"remember what i said," he reminds you, voice gruff and demanding. "be a good girl and keep those pretty sounds quiet for me." with that warning hanging in the air, he finally stops teasing. he grips your thigh harder, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh, and pushes forward in one slow, relentless motion. the thick head breaches your entrance with a wet pop, stretching you wide as he sinks the first few inches inside your tight heat. the burn is immediate and intense, your walls forced to accommodate his massive girth.

your throw your head back in pleasure, a silent cry leaving your parted lips as you brace yourself against the counter, knuckles turning white. you can feel every vein, every ridge dragging against your sensitive walls, and it makes your thighs tremble violently. a broken, shaky exhale leaves you as he keeps pushing, sinking more of his thick cock inside you. your eyes flutter shut for a second, brows pulling tightly together as the overwhelming fullness makes your stomach tighten. you’ve never felt anything like this. never felt so stretched, so full, and he’s not even all the way in yet.

a tiny, helpless whimper slips out before you can stop it, the sound barely audible, trembling in the back of your throat. "leon…" you whisper brokenly, voice cracked and barely there, eyes fluttering open just enough to look up at him with glassy, pleading eyes.

the moment his name leaves your lips, leon’s hips stutter for half a second. his sharp blue eyes darken instantly, pupils blown wide as he stares down at your wrecked expression. his grip on your thigh tightens almost painfully, fingers digging deep bruises into your soft skin. "shhh, baby," he grunts quietly, voice low and dangerous against your ear. "i told you to be quiet." but even as he warns you, he doesn’t stop. instead, he pushes forward again, forcing another thick inch into your fluttering cunt. the wet, obscene sound of your slick coating his cock fills the small space between you as your walls stretch even wider around him.

you whimper again, softer this time, biting down hard on your lower lip until you taste copper. tears prick hot at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming stretch. your pussy clenches hard around his heavy length buried inside you, sucking him deeper even as it struggles to take him. "leon... can't, 'stoo much.." you gasp quietly, voice barely a whisper, hands gripping the counter impossibly tight.

your words dissolve into another quiet, broken whimper as he rocks his hips and sinks the rest of the way in with one final, devastating thrust. he bottoms out completely, hips flush against yours, every long, girthy inch of his cock buried to the hilt inside your tight, dripping pussy. the blunt head presses hard against your cervix, the fullness so intense you swear you could feel him in your stomach.

your hands scramble from the counter to clutch desperately at his shoulders, nails digging into the tight fabric of his compression shirt. your leg shakes uncontrollably where it's hooked around him, pussy gushing slick around his cock from how full you are. leon groans lowly, forehead pressed to yours as he stills, letting you feel every throbbing inch of him buried inside you.

"goddamn, you feel perfect," he rasps, lips brushing against yours. "pretty pussy’s ruined now, isn’t it?" he says, a low, broken mewl slipping from your lips the second he starts pulling his hips back, dragging every thick vein and ridge along your sensitive walls until only the swollen head remains stretching your entrance.

before you can complain, he slams back in with one powerful thrust, burying every inch to the hilt in a single stroke. the wet slap of his hips meeting yours is quiet but filthy. your eyes roll back, a silent cry catching in your throat as the blunt head kisses your cervix again, the fullness so intense it makes your belly tighten.

leon’s hand quickly clamps over your mouth again, large palm sealing tight against your lips, muffling any sound before it can escape. his sharp blue eyes bore into yours, dark and dangerous. "be quiet," he warns, voice rough and dripping with dark promise as he rolls his hips into your needy cunt, "or i’ll have to get real rough with this pretty pussy while your dad’s sleeping in there." you nod frantically against his palm, eyes glassy and wet with unshed tears. he hums in satisfaction, still keeping his hand firmly pressed to your mouth as he resumes his thrusts.

he starts slow at first. long, deep strokes that pull almost all the way out before sliding back in, forcing your walls to stretch wide around his girth again and again. each thrust punches the air from your lungs. the thick head of his cock drags against that sensitive spongy spot inside you, then presses firmly against your cervix on every stroke. his thrusts are relentless, almost painful, but the pleasure is so sharp it makes your thigh shake where it's hooked around his waist.

"so fucking tight," leon grits out, voice low and strained right beside your ear. "pretty pussy needed this stretch, huh, baby?" your walls flutter hard around his thick cock at the filthy praise, clenching down so tightly it draws another low groan from his chest. you can feel every inch of him, every vein pulsing inside you, the slight upward curve pressing firmly against your walls before the blunt head kisses your cervix again and again.

you nod eagerly against his palm, a muffled, desperate sound vibrating against his hand. your pussy clenches around him, fluttering and pulsing as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter. your neglected clit throbs painfully between your folds, sending little electric jolts through your core with every grind of his hips.

leon chuckles darkly against your ear, the sound rough and satisfied. "yeah... that's what i thought." he murmurs, voice dripping with lust as he rolls his hips in a slow, grinding circle, making his cock shift deep inside you. "been aching for a real man’s cock, haven’t you? no boy your age could ever fill you up like this."

he pulls back almost all the way, letting you feel the aching emptiness for just a second, before slamming back in with one deep, powerful thrust. the wet slap is quiet but obscene. your eyes roll back again, a silent cry catching in your throat as the sudden fullness punches the air from your lungs. "shhh, easy baby," he whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear while his hand stays sealed over your mouth. "keep quiet for me, now. you’re doing so good… taking every inch like you were made just for me." his praise makes your pussy flutter even harder around him, each thrust dragging heavily against every sensitive ridge inside you.

his hand gripping your thigh reaches down to rub tight, hard circles into your clit, the sensitive bud pulsing under his thumb. you nearly let out a whine, but leon's hand on your mouth reminds you that you can't, a silent reminder of his dominance. his fingers press firmer over your mouth as he feels you flutter around his cock, a low, approving growl rumbling in his chest.

he doesn’t let up. the rhythm of his thrusts stay deep and punishing, pulling back until only the thick, swollen head stretches your entrance, before driving back in with that same brutal snap of his hips. each thrust forces another wet, filthy sound from where your bodies meet, the obscene slide of him filling you completely, over and over, the heavy weight of his balls tapping softly against you with every thrust.

his thumb keeps working your clit in relentless, tight circles, never slowing, even as your thigh starts to tremble violently. the pressure builds fast and vicious, that aching coil tightening low in your belly until your vision starts to blur at the edges and fresh tears slip down your cheeks.

leon leans in closer, lips grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear as he whispers, hot and filthy, "you gonna cum again for me like this? gonna cream all over my cock while i keep you quiet?" he angles his hips just right on the next thrust, grinding the fat head of his cock hard against that spongy spot deep inside you while his fingers pinch and rub your swollen clit in perfect, merciless sync. your eyebrows pull together in sheer pleasure, glossy eyes staring into his as you listen to his filthy words.

"yeah? gonna let daddy’s friend fucking wreck you right here in the kitchen?" your pussy clenches violently around his thick cock, walls fluttering and spasming as another wave of slick gushes out around him, coating his shaft and making the wet sounds of his thrusts even filthier in the quiet kitchen. leon groans lowly as you clench around him, hand moving back up to press your thigh against your chest. "i think you like hearing how wrong this is. like knowing your dad’s best friend is balls-deep inside his baby girl while he's asleep on the couch."

you let out a quiet sob into his hand, pussy clamping down relentlessly against his cock as you nod desperately. you loved it, you loved how risky it was, how wrong it was, how absolutely fucking filthy he was. it was so much better than you'd ever imagined.

his thumb returns to your swollen clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that have your thighs shaking uncontrollably. the coil in your belly is on the verge of snapping, burning hotter with every filthy word he breathes against your ear. "yeah... that's it, baby," he whispers, voice rough and dripping with lust as he grinds his cock deep, the fat head bullying your g-spot without mercy. "cum all over this cock like the dirty girl you are."

the command, paired with the perfect grind of his hips and the merciless pressure on your clit, sends you hurtling over the edge again. your entire body locks up, back arching hard against the counter as a silent, shattering orgasm rips through you. your pussy clamps down like a vice around his thick length, pulsing and fluttering wildly as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. fresh tears spill down your cheeks while you bite down hard on your lip to stay quiet, only tiny, broken whimpers escaping against his palm.

leon groans low and deep, his cock twitching hard inside your spasming cunt as he feels you fall apart around him. "fuck... yeah," he grunts, burying his head into your shoulder while he fucks you through the intensity of your orgasm. "good girl, such a good fucking girl." he praises, voice strained as he fucks you through it with slower, grinding thrusts, letting you ride out every last pulse.

leon’s low groan vibrates against your shoulder as your orgasm drags him right to the edge with you. your walls pulse and flutter around his thick cock, milking him relentlessly while slick gushes out around his shaft. the wet heat of you, the way you clamp down on him, the quiet, broken whimpers you couldn't quiet against his palm— it’s almost too much.

he keeps thrusting through your climax, slower now, deep and grinding rolls of his hips that drag every thick inch along your fluttering walls. the overstimulation makes your thighs shake violently where one is still hooked over his hip, but he holds you steady in his strong grip, forehead pressed to yours as he watches your face with dark, hungry eyes.

"god, you're gonna make me fucking cum," he grits out, voice wrecked and strained against your lips as he fucks you through your orgasm. your eyebrows pull together as the shocks of pleasure-pain begin to take over, soft whimpers falling from your mouth as his thrusts begin to turn sloppy. "so fucking tight... shit, i'm fucking close," he grunts, hand moving down from your mouth to gain purchase on your right hip, using it as leverage to pull you into each deep thrust.

his thrusts turn shorter, more erratic, the wet sounds of him moving through your soaked heat growing louder in the quiet room. you can feel him throbbing harder inside you, right on the cusp of his release. "god... fucking take it," he grits out against your neck, pulling your hips against his cock rougher as you bite down on your lip so hard you taste blood.

the filthy edge in his words, paired with the very real risk of your dad sleeping just down the hall, sends another rush of heat straight to your core. your pussy clenches involuntarily around him, milking his throbbing length. "shit, i'm cumming, fuck—" leon’s voice breaks into a low, strained groan as he buries himself to the hilt with one final, rough grind.

his cock pulses violently inside you, thick and heavy, flooding your fluttering walls with hot, heavy spurts of cum. you feel every pulse, every twitch of his cock as he empties himself deep inside you, his grip on your right hip almost bruising while he rocks through it. his movements push his release even further inside, a small whimper leaving you as you feel his tip kiss the deepest part inside you.

"jesus fucking christ," he moans lowly against your neck, rocking his hips slowly into your cunt as he fucks you through the rest of his high. he keeps grinding in slow circles, making sure you feel every inch of him while your walls continue to flutter and milk the last drops from his throbbing cock. "fuck, that's right, so good, so fucking good baby," he praises, pressing small little kisses into your neck where your pulse thrums rapidly as you try to catch your breath.

he stays buried deep, cock still twitching with the occasional aftershock inside your cum-filled heat. the grip on your right hip slowly eases, his fingers stroking over the flushed skin in gentle, apologetic circles where he’d held you so tightly. he pulls out slowly, the wet sound filling the quiet room as his thick cock slides free from your fluttering pussy. you immediately feel the warm rush of his cum leaking out of you, dripping down your folds and sliding down the inside of your thigh.

you wince slightly, the cool kitchen air kissing your cunt as your legs settles back down on the ground below you shakily. you huff out a breath, hands gripping the counter behind you to steady yourself before looking up at leon.

he's breathing heavily, eyes closed and brows pulled together tight as his hands rest upon the counter beside your form, caging you in. a faint sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead and along the line of his neck. after a few seconds, his eyes slowly open, heavy-lidded, locking onto yours. the intense hunger from moments ago has softened into something warmer, more intimate, though the corner of his mouth still twitches with a lazy, satisfied smirk.

"fuck..." he breathes out, voice low and hoarse. he leans in a little closer, one hand lifting from the counter to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face. "you okay, baby?" he inquires, taking in your post-orgasm haze as you catch your breath. you offer him a quiet nod, a small smile gracing your features as you stare at him. leon’s eyes linger on your face for a long moment, his thumb tracing lightly along your cheekbone.

"good," he murmurs, voice still rough but quieter now. "let's get you upstairs before your dad wakes up." he presses one last soft kiss to your forehead, then carefully pulls back. he pulls his boxers and pants up in one smooth motion, efficiently tucking himself back inside. his hands slide to your waist, steadying you as your legs continue to tremble. with gentle movements, he helps you tug your panties and shorts back up your thighs, though the fabric immediately feels the warm, sticky mess of his cum still leaking from you and soaking into the material.

"easy, baby," he whispers when you sway a little. one strong arm wraps around your lower back, pulling you against his chest for support while his other hand adjusts himself in his pants slightly. "i’ve got you." he keeps you close as you both quietly slip out of the kitchen, moving through the dark hallway on quiet feet. the living room is still quiet— your dad’s soft snoring drifts from the couch, completely unaware.

you let out a sigh of relief, the nervous thrum of your heart slowing a bit at the sight of your dad still sound asleep. leon’s hand stays firm on your waist the entire way, guiding you up the stairs with careful, measured steps until you’re safely inside your bedroom. he closes the door shut quietly, turning around to see you flopping face-first into your bed.

leon makes his way to the edge of your bed, watching the way your body sinks into the mattress, exhaustion pulling you under. the room is quiet except for your heavy breathing and his steady breaths. he reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, the touch careful and warm. "you did so good for me," he murmurs, hand stroking your hair down where it was messily tangled. you hum, turning your head and looking into his eyes with a soft expression on your face.

"we need to be smart about this," he starts, and you purse your lips at the thought of sneaking around your dad. you nod slowly, taking in his words as you try and think of a solution. he leans in slightly, eyes searching yours. "what do you think? what do you want out of this?" he asks quietly, hand settling on your shoulder while his thumb rubs fond circles into the soft skin.

you bite your lip, thinking, then murmur, "maybe… we could start with just normal time together first. like... actual dates outside the house. and then see how it feels before we decide about telling my dad." leon’s mouth curves into a small, approving smile. he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"yeah?" he asks, a tiny smile breaking out onto his face. "we'll do that then, baby," he reassures you, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. you smile, nodding silently while leaning into his touch. your eyes flutter shut for a moment, basking in his touch as you feel your eyes get heavier.

"how 'bout you get some sleep, huh?" he suggests, and you smile softly, opening your eyes once more to stare into his, a fond expression gracing his usually hardened features. you let out a contented sigh before sitting up and pressing a firm yet soft kiss to his lips. he immediately kisses back, a hand coming up to caress your cheek softly.

leon pulls back slowly, resting his forehead on yours before speaking up, "i've gotta go back downstairs in case he wakes up," he huffs, pressing a short kiss to your pouted lips. "don't you worry, baby. i'll be over here all summer." he chuckles, and you can't help the big smile that breaks out across your face.

indeed he will be.

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